He took my heart away from me,
now he wants to set me free,
I see a girl on his arm,
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 at night,
he looked at me from left to right...
he saw me hanging fron the roof,
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 place a dove.
And remember this, I died for love...
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