Tears of the Tin Man
Tears of the tin-man, is what rusts the machine.
Lines etched in the face, tell what a man has seen.
Here life is sorrow, there's no one that's to blame.
There's joy in sunshine, and sadness in the rain.
Life on planet Earth, our chance to feel at last.
On our ragged souls, the spell of love is cast.
That our life will end, we are told from the start.
The strain proves too much, for the fragile heart!
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