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I heard you're doing well, selling art and everything. I like your stuff; good for you. I'll buy a piece, or maybe two. Do you ever think of me?Do you remember all our stupid dreams? Rainbows and pots of gold. So much to prove before we got old. I took you places round the world. I miss your face sometimes you know...you took my picture a thousand times. I'll buy them back; I don't mind...I lost my way but found my track. I'm sorry if I never listened back. I've been round; I've been up and down... and you missed the one where we dressed like clowns. And how's your car and how's your life? How's my friend; when's she gonna be your wife? I'm sitting up writing down these things I sometimes dream about.I knew your number off by heart... it's the only one I liked to talk.It wasn't me using you...I trusted you; one of the few.And we had some laughs; had some rows. But in the end the walls came down. You'd like the place I'm living now... It's a shame you can't come around. And I've grown a lot since we last spoke. Got myself together; fixed what was broke. I wonder if we'll talk again...or drink together just like then. I suppose its different now it's new, whoever points the finger at who. I really hope your happy, both of you. And maybe sometimes, you'll miss me too...