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Around the corner I have a friend in this great city that has no end; Yet 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 with playing a foolish game, Tired with 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 the 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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