They Died Young Legend

They never hand a chance,
young lovers in a dance with time
and circumstance.

Loving
Laughing
Running
Hiding
Robbing
Killing

But the world adored the lovers,
the doomed wanderers,
the hellbent folk heroes
evading the law and the end 
that was coming.

There is no honor among thieves,
betrayal is only a deal away 
from a friend willing to make a trade,
and the legend of the lovers began
when their lives ended in a trap 
full of bullets.

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