I sometimes wish I had a clockwork heart
so that I would not need to feel.
All pistons and gears, and cogs and wheels,
all copper, brass, and shining steel.
Never would tears flow from my eyes,
nor love come from my breast.
No pain of life would sting my soul
nor temptation bring me to test.
And if my clockwork heart did break,
it would be simple to repair,
a man with wrench and replacement parts
would tend to it with care.
But only sometimes do I wish
for a heart that is machine.
For the heart gives life its meaning
even if it can be mean.
So cherish dearly the heart you have
that beats within your chest.
Even though it may sometimes hurt,
the feelings it gives may be the best.












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We are the ones that light your candle
We are the givers who take only love
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Ad astra per alia porci "to the stars on the wings of a pig"
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We are the ones that light your candle
We are the givers who take only love
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