there once a boy
There once a boy,
whom I once loved
I've never felt his touch
He sat a girl upon his feet
and tells her things
he's never told me
Daddy came home
late at night
searching for me
from left to right
he knocks my door down
at the frightening sight
he frowns
below my feet lies a note
bury me daddy,
bury me please, and
in a white dress
if you please,
above my head
place a white dove
to tell the whole world
I had died for love.
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