PART TWO:
But he could not forgive her,
Though he tried and tried and tried.
And the halls of his memories,
Still echo her lies.
He cried like a baby;
He screamed like a panther in the middle of the night.
An' he saddled his pony,
An he went for a ride.
It was the time of the preacher in the year of 01.
Now the lesson is over and the killin's begun.
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