Robin of Sherwood, A love Story
Marion reflecting on hers and Robins Life together and her Come into these arms again And lay your body down The rhythm of this trembling heart It s beating like a drum It beats for you, it bleeds for you It knows not how it sounds For it is the drum of drums It is the song of songs Once I had the rarest rose That ever deemed to bloom Cruel winter chilled the bud And stole my flower too soon Oh loneliness Oh hopel
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