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 for 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 top put a dove.
And remember this, I died for love...
Kelly Hale Community Member 
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