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I'd rather be a man of Tin
and have no heart to break,
than watch you leave me here alone
with sorrow in your wake.
I'd rather be a man of Straw,
and lack the wit to see,
the beauty of both mind and form
that has abandoned me.
No, I am not a man at all,
just a dumb beast am I
I'll hide my face deep in my mane,
so none can see me cry.