August
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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 friends face,
For life is a swift and terroble race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
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 friends face,
For life is a swift and terroble race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
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