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Here's a poem I'd like to compose,
Of words which Robert chose.
A man of morals he was,
With a beard and burgundy locks.
He was in prison since years five,
They say that he wasn't baptized.
In his house preparations were found,
To loot an aristocrat who lived in town.
His intention was different he said,
To the aristocrat who wanted him dead.
Robert was ordered to a death sentence,
He would be killed at dawn with vengeance.
Dawn arrived, they opened his prison cell,
To find a wall broken from a shell.
The aristocrat's daughter rescued her man,
Fleed away on horses, they're still on the lam.