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The Lonley MachineAlone to face the harsh reality,
No one to guide him,
He stands and stares off into the distance.
Who am I?
What am I?
What is my purpose?
All are thoughts in his head.
He’s never had thoughts,
Where are all the people?
Did they leave me behind?
They all picked up and left one day,
Leaving the man of metal all on his lonesome.
They didn’t think it would hurt him;
After all, he doesn’t have a heart, does he?
He stands there, waiting patiently,
Hoping for them to return.
He doesn’t know the people have left for good.
All he wants is to serve his Master,
As is protocol.
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