The Clockwork Heart

In the heart of a machine, Lies a heart of steel and steam. It ticks and tocks in measured beats, A symphony of clicks and squeaks.

Its gears and cogs all meshed in time, A marvel of the clockwork kind. And yet, within this ticking heart, Lies something more, a work of art.

For though its parts are cold and hard, Its soul is warm, a work of bard. And as it ticks away the hours, It sings a song of life and power.

So listen close, and you will hear, The clockwork heart, a symphony dear.

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