He wont write to me,anymore, he don't want to sight me even briefly by his door, he has climbed up higher than he's ever been before, and he don't need 'the likes of me' ...no more. What's the reason? I don't know, I guess I'm just old news, easy to be tossed aside, easy to be used, I dream music from a piano playing 'Auld Lang Syne" BUT the keys he plays and leaves are 'just a tease,' I find. Take a minute Mr. starlight, will you sir...for me? Just shine over in my corner m o m e n t a r i l y. I don't want your EVERYTHING, I don't want your ALL, I just want your brilliant sparks now and then to fall, upon this wall,(this endless wall.) Tinkle on my piano one 'hello,' play a minute Waltz for me... (nothing really slow.) I just need a tiny glimpse of light, but I guess, I am left with only seeing...night. Alright...ALRIGHT! He don't want to write to me no more, guess I'll have to write myself a more amusing score. Guess he wasn't such a friend to rend my heart so sore. It's hard to take but I must wake myself from his allure. I'm knocking down the pedestal I put him on,for sure, cause he don't want to know me....a n y m o r e.

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