I sit in the 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 to her he never said to me. I ran 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 dress a note was found: Dig my grave, Dig it deep. Dig my grave, From head to feet. And on the topput a dove. And remember this, I died for love...
melissa byers
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