MEMORIES ARE MADE OF THIS 

 Strop sat world confusing 

 There was something he should be remembering? 

 You must remember! The train my dear 

Heathers face so sincere 

Eyes began to tear 

REMEMBER 

Strops memories did strain 

What train? 

 REMEMBER 

She softly whisper 

 THE TRAIN 

His amnesia caved in 

Bullet holes 

On that train 

He remembered again 

He remembered everything 

"Comancheros robbed that train." 

 YES 

"They shot you and Hanna" 

 YES 

"You both died." 

NO YOUR BROTHER LIED! 

My sister died 

This sister survived 

In a coma for eight years

Best hospital care

Paid by your brother who hid me there

Strop shaking 

No 

Heart sinking low

 "My brother that's insane" 

 "The comancheros were to blame." 

Then why did they only shoot me and Hanna my baby sister? 

He did not answer her 

Because she recognized their outlaw leader! 

Hanna called out to her beloved 

Both of us shot for it 

Strops heartfelt it was true 

His anger grew 

Brother how could you 

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on the door 

Once more 

"That's my brother back from the casino." 

He mustn't find me I must go! 

"You can't not again no!" 

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Meet me tomorrow night by salt marsh well 

Everything you want to know I promise to tell 

Fair well 

My Lamb 

Fair well 

Out the back door 

Strop alone once more 

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Rage 

Storming 

building 

blinding 

Need for 

killing 

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Open door 

Open razor

Damn you bro- 

Miss Harriet Folio screamed 

A high pitch note 

As Razor found her throat.