Robin Hood
Robin Hood
How can a man with the best of intentions
Be so cold, calculating, and unforgiving
A smile so warm, it brightens the room
His ways, so chilling, destined for doom
So hot yet cold, so humble yet bold
He robbed the rich to feed the poor
His mind and heart at constant war
Karma would surely settle the score
I fell in love with the people’s savior
I gave my soul to the thief of the night
Robin Hood …
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