I watch them closely
I watch them well
In the park where they dwell
She looks in his eyes and believe every word
I can see to she is under the spell
He tell her things i was never told
Watching this made me cold

I went home not one word to mother was said
I went in my room and cried on my bed
Father came home late that night
Came in my room and cried at the sight
He cut me down from the rope
And taped onto my heart he found the note:
Dig my grave
Dig it deep
Dig my grave from head to feet
And on the top place a dove
In memory that I died for love
 
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