The story
He keeps watch when the rest of town goes dark.
He moves through the quiet hours while the house sleeps, clocking the work of an unseen night shift that leaves the world still and him alone with the glow of a bedside lamp. Outside, the dark stretches on, and what should feel like rest starts to look like another kind of labor. He lies there listening, waiting for morning to bring relief that never quite arrives.
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Lyrics
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