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There was some love

It’s not your fault you were my first
The blame’s on me, my cross to bear
And though there was hurt, and pain, and grief
Before all this, there was some love.
I’m sorry now, it’s all my fault
I hurt me, I opened the vault
I should have known it’d end in tears
But at least I know, I felt some love.

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