Rumplestiltskin
Man of sin
Good deeds run thin,
How good can I be
If the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,
I am Rumplestiltskin
I’m angry but without the gin,
I am Rumplestealskin because who you see
Just simply isn’t me,It’s been stolen from somebody
I am Rumplesteelskin
Nothing out or in.
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