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Around the corner
I have a friend,
In this great city
that has no end.
Yet the days go by
and weeks rush on,
And before I know it,
a year is gone.
And I never see
my old friend's face,
For life is a swift
and terrible race.
He knows I like him
just as well as in the days when
I rang his bell,
and he rang mine.
If we were younger then.
And now we are busy,
tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim"
"Just to show that
I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes
and tomorrow goes.
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner!
yet miles away.
"Here's a telegram sir"
"Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
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