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The feather fingered

Piano man

With only happiness to play

All strung up

In a mess that 

Just made sense

He was good for the sunshine

And the nights you could reach the stars

And it felt like for once

god was on your side

He was good for the rain

And the pitchy eyes

All emptied out for

Love

Whatever that is

He played in a square

All blue stones

And yellow cars

Where the drunks

And junkies

Dealt with what they had become

And the sky ran

In circles above trying to

Hear the delicious playing

And me

I was always there

I loved his tunes

And his loving eyes

Only for the keys

And the song

One day

He never came

And i waited

For every last bit of light 

To wash by

Not a single note

I suppose

He couldn't handle

It

Those happy songs