Galloping through the dusty road
Hooves kicking up grainy smoke
His had skewed at a rakish angle
His cape bellowing behind
He stopped at a barn, not far from the trail.
Got down from his horse, when the moonlight was pale.
He stepped to her window
Peeped in from the window
And so began the tale.
What went on between them
Is a secret untold.
It was love, oh so dark,
This the legends hold
He died for this love
She died for this love
They died for this love
But left a story behind
Of a love that was bold.
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