Sunday, April 18, 2004
I sit in the park where I dwell,
For this girl I love so well.
She took my heart away from me,
Now she wants to set me free.
I see her on his lap,
She says things to him she never said to me.
I run home to cry on my bed,
Not a word to mother was said.
Father came home late that night,
He looked at me from left to right.
He saw me hanging from a rope,
He took his knife to cut me down.
And on my shirt a note was found:
Dig my grave, Dig it deep.
Dig my grave, From head to feet.
Make my soul a secret to keep.
And on the top place a dove.
And remember this, I died for love...
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