*NOTE* This poem in any way is NOT related to me or anyone else that I might
know!

I sit in the park where I dwell,
For this boy I love so well.
He took my heart away from me,
And now he wants to set me free.
I see a girl upon his lap,
He says things to her that 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,
And looked at me from left to right.
He saw me hanging from a rope,
He took a knife to cut me down.
And on my dress a note was found:
Dig my grave and dig it deep,
Dig my grave from head to feet.
Then on top place a dove,
And remember this, I died for love.
 
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