She walks away, his hand clung to her's
He begged her not to leave him
'stay with me,
I have but no money,
But I can give you something he never could,
I can, I will love you till my dying breath'
But as his tears start to flow,
These words he heard,
'I love you more than life it's self.
And that is why I will not let him harm you for me'
A tear shed from her eye,
As the sound of the gounshot pierced his heart,
While she lay limp in his arms
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