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The Graveyard Robber
I dug a hole in the ground,
So that if ever I looked, there it would be found.
A place so far from the part.
You would never see that here lies my heart.
For you’re a man tricks,
And your needs never satisfy with one chick.
Your deep blue eyes,
Never told me anything but lies.
Your voice both soft and stern,
Made everyone’s head turn.
Now you’re gone,
As time moves on.
As for me you can see,
Your love was never easy.