Around The Corner I Have A Friend Poem. He knows i like him just as well. Around the corner by henson towne.
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And i never see my old friends 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. 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. Around the corner i have a friend, in this great city that has no end;
And i never see my old friends 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. He knows i like him just as well. 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.
Don't be afraid to express yourself. He knows i like him just as well. 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 you love someone, tell them. As in the days when i rang his bell. 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.
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. 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.
And i never see my old friends 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. 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.
