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| Die For Love |
| by desirae wilson |
I sit in the park
were 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
e says things 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 saw me hanging from a rope
he took his knife and cut me down
and on y dress a note was found:
dig my grave, dig it deep
dig my grave from head to feet
and on the top place a dove
and remember this i died for love |
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