When the day ends and you are lying in bed,
Is the stain still there from where I bled?
When the morning comes and you awaken,
Do you still feel my body shaking?
When afternoon rolls around,
Can you still see the shadow of my body on the ground?
When evening arrives,
Do you wish I was still alive?
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