| 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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