La, did you come to me the night when I was not feeling well?
Did you come to me that fateful night when I cried before I slept?
Did you come because I told you how much I missed you?
Was it you who stroked my hair and made me feel at ease?
It should have been you.
No one else could have been in my room that night.
My door was locked.
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