A ticking sound with every beat
A mechanism so finely tuned
With gears and springs, oh so neat
It's never missed a single moon
A heart of gold, a heart of steel
It beats with rhythm, steady pace
No need for love, no need to feel
It's clockwork, nothing more, no trace
It chimes the hours, every one
It winds itself, no hand in play
It never stops, no setting sun
A heart that works, night and day
A symbol of the man it serves
No room for love, no room for pain
No hopes, no dreams, just what it preserves
An existence, just not humane
A ticking clock, a heart in chain
A life of routine, a life in vain
The clockwork heart, forever unchained.
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