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The Stain
The stain on the floor
is there to stay
However you scrubs
it doesn't go away
It looks like a dark rust
colored patch
With a reddish tinge if
you carefully watch
Whether it is an old
blood stain
Of some poor soul
cruelly slain
Calling from beyond
the grave to you
For justice that the
poor soul is due
is there to stay
However you scrubs
it doesn't go away
It looks like a dark rust
colored patch
With a reddish tinge if
you carefully watch
Whether it is an old
blood stain
Of some poor soul
cruelly slain
Calling from beyond
the grave to you
For justice that the
poor soul is due
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The Stain
The Stain
