A Person Who Has Not

I Gave Him My Heart, And He Took And Pinched It To Death; And Flung It Back To Me. People Feel With Their Hearts, Ellen, And Since He Has Destroyed Mine, I Have Not Power To Feel For Him.

If All Else Perished, And He Remained, I Should Still Continue To Be; And If All Else Remained, And He Were Annihilated, The Universe Would Turn To A Mighty Stranger.

The Tyrant Grinds Down His Slaves And They Don't Turn Against Him, They Crush Those Beneath Them.

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same; And Linton's Is As Different As A Moonbeam From Lightning, Or Frost From Fire

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same.