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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; 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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