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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 friends old face,
For life is a swift and terrible waste,
He knows i like him just as well,
As in the days when i rang his bell,
And he rang mine.
If, we were yonger then
And 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--"

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