>> 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 terrible race,
>> He knows I like him just as well,
>> And as in the days when I rang his bell.
>> And he rang mine but we were younger…