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Find it...it is the ultamite love story
"The trigger was at least was hers.."
It meshes well with "Wiskey in a Jar-O"..
"She drew her lasting breath.Then her finger moved in the moonlight.."
We are not guarenteed the life or death that we desire...
The highway man comes riding..riding..riding..up to the yeilding door.