human
But they break my heart, little singer, they break my heart!
gpt
I know it all, I know it all, and my heart is broken--and it is my own fault--and it does not matter--the world is full of broken hearts--and it does not matter, it does not matter. But, oh, if the pain might stop, if the pain might stop! The robin sings now, because the spring is here; but it is not always spring. And some day--perhaps not this winter, but some day--the dear little brown body will agonize--it will die alone, in the horrible great universe; one thinks little of a robin, but it agonizes all the same when its time comes; it agonizes all the same.