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Space Robot Five
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So far, so good, or so they say from mission control,
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The deep of space is no place for a fragile human soul.
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The rockets burn as servos click and turn,
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and fall into their place.
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Robots can't cry,
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don't laugh,
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can't die,
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In the darkness of space.
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He is strong, made of steel with the graphite lining,
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Watch his eyes flicker slow like the batteries are dying.
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Chorus
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Space Robot 5,
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Is he alive?
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So very alone,
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So far from home.
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Three strands of wire,
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Threefold the tie that binds.
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She is the one thing on the earth for which he still pines.
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To his heart she was life,
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So he prays to his Maker with a sigh,
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As his fire sputters out,
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Because robots never cry.
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Space Robot Five
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| Brave Saint Saturn |
