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,

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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If you love someone, tell them.
Remember always to say what you mean.

Never be afraid to express yourself.
Take this opportunity to tell someone what they mean to you.

He who loses money loses much;
He who loses a friend loses more;
He who loses faith loses all.
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