Our dream, coming true. Me and you, pal, me and you!

the man i was would weep for what i have become.

you can even outburn the sun, my star.

and it's been so long but if you ever think you got it wrong i'm right where

in some parallel universe， i know you held me tighter. you tried harder. you said， 'look my love， i will meet you halfway.'

and i won't confess that i waited, but i let the lamp burn as the men masqueraded, i hoped you'd return

The morning ends, I think about you.

Why did I do it?

how do you mourn the loss of a love you never spoke out loud, never felt with your own two hands?

my gay son and thot daughter have refused to take care of me in my old age

how does it feel to be so loved yet so alone?

There's a lot I'll have missed, but I'll not have been dead when I die.

Finding you're fading is very degrading.

When I was born they tossed me into a bin labeled 'No good', but then they fished me out, handed me a cane and a top hat, and told me I'd make it in show biz. I think I was tossed head first I'm so sleepy all the time, And violent. Bring me my tap shoes, I feel a song coming on

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I was younger then . . . I was good at climbing trees . . . I was younger then . . . I saw everything! . . . I was hidden all the time . . . It was easier to climb . . . I was younger then . . . I saw everything! . . .

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The candle wick was wet, the Champagne was flat, the timing was wrong. A little regret and that's that—I’ll get along.