I sit in a park
where I dwell
for this boy
I love so well.
He took my heart
away from me,
now he wants
to set me free.
I see a girl
on his lap.
He says things he
never said to me.
I ran home
to cry in bed,
not a word to
mother was said.
Father came home
late that night,
he looked for me
from left to right,
he saw me hanging
from a rope.
He took his knife
to cut me down
and on my clothes
a note was found.
Dig my grave,
dig it deep,
dig my grave,
from head to feet.
And on the top
put a dove.
And remember this
I died for love!
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