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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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