by Annie Kosterman

Created on: August 18, 2009

In a place where I did dwell

I met a man I loved so well

He took his love away from me

And now he's willing to set me free

I even know the reason why

For she is much prettier than I

I ran upstairs and lay on my bed

Not a word to my mother was said

My father came home late that night

And searched for me left and right

He ran upstairs and the door he broke

And found me hanging by a rope

He got a knife and cut me down

And on my jeans this note was found

Dig a grave and dig it deep

Marble stone from head to feat

And on my grave please place a dove

To tell the world I died for love

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