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Sarah's Eyes
Sarah was my lover
Beautiful as morning light
Her body was my passion
To possess her was my right
But, then she found another
Jealousy boiled within
I couldn’t bear to set her free
That became my sin
She didn’t know she’d been found out
An older man she knew
I followed them and saw their love
As they began to screw
To her credit she was discrete
Since he was a married man
She tried to keep up appearances
Until I called her hand
She fucked me with a passion new
Her body was on fire
I told her she should go to him
She was what he desired
As she tried to argue
I pulled my rifle down
She froze for just a moment
And then that awful sound
She stood in silence with lowered eyes
As if to say a prayer
Then she looked up as she fell
In her eyes a distant stare
Each night I see her eyes above
Asking me for her life
Where once was joy and beauty
I'm now filled with strife
I’m a fugitive from justice
Pursued by her piercing eyes
Before I go completely mad
I must stage my own demise
Beautiful as morning light
Her body was my passion
To possess her was my right
But, then she found another
Jealousy boiled within
I couldn’t bear to set her free
That became my sin
She didn’t know she’d been found out
An older man she knew
I followed them and saw their love
As they began to screw
To her credit she was discrete
Since he was a married man
She tried to keep up appearances
Until I called her hand
She fucked me with a passion new
Her body was on fire
I told her she should go to him
She was what he desired
As she tried to argue
I pulled my rifle down
She froze for just a moment
And then that awful sound
She stood in silence with lowered eyes
As if to say a prayer
Then she looked up as she fell
In her eyes a distant stare
Each night I see her eyes above
Asking me for her life
Where once was joy and beauty
I'm now filled with strife
I’m a fugitive from justice
Pursued by her piercing eyes
Before I go completely mad
I must stage my own demise
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