In the beginning he gave me love,
but in the end he gave me pain.
Who knows if I will heal,
or if I'll ever love again.
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In the beginning he gave me joy,
of which I could not speak.
But in the end he shot me down,
with sorrow I was weak.
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In the beginning he gave me life,
one that I loved to live,
but he took my heart and all my love,
now there's nothing left to give.
~*~ Jill ~*~