My heart starts to die,
So I begin to cry,
All hope is lost,
So he'll pay the cost,
He took you from me,
And made you believe,
That he'd love you more,
Than the heart that heart that he tore,
So all I have to say,
Is that to this very day,
And far beyond forever,
It's you that I'll never,
Stop loving or caring for,
Or living or dying more.
by Mary Lemaster
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