See how the blue eyes shine. Wrinkled in a squint.Topaz blue, Saphire true. The light shines from your face. Time is almost spent. Feeling out of place. Wonder where she went, the girl in black lace?
Somewhere in a cat house east of the border. She lay in a pool of blood. Sliced from side to side. Wonder who gave the order? What did she do to deserve to die?
Somewhere in a ditch a drunkard endisposed. Lost, feeling set up by the bitch. You gather up your clothes.Now to shoulder a heavy load. Better get your ass back on the road.
The law now right on your tail. You make it to mexico. Trying to understand, what caused him to blow. If you listen to the federalies. You would think him dead. But he sit near the Rio Grand or so the pesent said. Living with his memories of the life he had. Realizing in the end nothings all that bad.
That's how the story goes, in the death of Saphire Rose. The truth no one will ever know. Who really killed Saphire Rose?
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