The Tinmans Heart
The tinman had no heart,
He cried and cried till it was torn apart.
Even though he had a mind,
The tinman knew he wasn't blind.
It stopped beating, tap, tap, tap,
No
more,
A man made out of tin but
No heart to get
Sore.
Heart ache heart pain he didn't know of such,
Even with
A little pain, there just wasn't much. But
Rather then set there and ask why,
The tinman went to work ,froze solid, and there he died.
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