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Tom Van Arden my old friend	A
Our warm fellowship is one	B
Far too old to comprehend	A
Where its bond was first begun	B
Mirage like before my gaze	C
Gleams a land of other days	C
Where two truant boys astray	D
Dream their lazy lives away	D
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There's a vision in the guise	E
Of Midsummer where the Past	F
Like a weary beggar lies	E
In the shadow Time has cast	F
And as blends the bloom of trees	G
With the drowsy hum of bees	G
Fragrant thoughts and murmurs blend	A
Tom Van Arden my old friend	A
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Tom Van Arden my old friend	A
All the pleasures we have known	H
Thrill me now as I extend	A
This old hand and grasp your own	H
Feeling in the rude caress	I
All affection's tenderness	J
Feeling though the touch be rough	K
Our old souls are soft enough	K
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So we'll make a mellow hour	L
Fill your pipe and taste the wine	M
Warp your face if it be sour	L
I can spare a smile from mine	M
If it sharpen up your wit	N
Let me feel the edge of it	N
I have eager ears to lend	A
Tom Van Arden my old friend	A
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Tom Van Arden my old friend	A
Are we 'lucky dogs ' indeed	O
Are we all that we pretend	A
In the jolly life we lead	P
Bachelors we must confess	I
Boast of 'single blessedness'	I
To the world but not alone	H
Man's best sorrow is his own	H
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And the saddest truth is this	I
Life to us has never proved	Q
What we tasted in the kiss	I
Of the women we have loved	R
Vainly we congratulate	S
Our escape from such a fate	S
As their lying lips could send	A
Tom Van Arden my old friend	A
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Tom Van Arden my old friend	A
Hearts like fruit upon the stem	T
Ripen sweetest I contend	A
As the frost falls over them	T
Your regard for me to day	D
Makes November taste of May	D
And through every vein of rhyme	U
Pours the blood of summer time	U
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When our souls are cramped with youth	V
Happiness seems far away	D
In the future while in truth	V
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We look back on it to day	D
Through our tears nor dare to boast	W
'Better to have loved and lost '	-
Broken hearts are hard to mend	A
Tom Van Arden my old friend	A
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Tom Van Arden my old friend	A
I grow prosy and you tire	L
Fill the glasses while I bend	A
To prod up the failing fire	L
You are restless I presume	X
There's a dampness in the room	X
Much of warmth our nature begs	I
With rheumatics in our legs	I
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Humph the legs we used to fling	Y
Limber jointed in the dance	I
When we heard the fiddle ring	Y
Up the curtain of Romance	I
And in crowded public halls	I
Played with hearts like jugglers' balls	I
FEATS OF MOUNTEBANKS DEPEND	A
Tom Van Arden my old friend	A
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Tom Van Arden my old friend	A
Pardon then this theme of mine	M
While the firelight leaps to lend	A
Higher color to the wine	M
I propose a health to those	I
Who have HOMES and home's repose	I
Wife and child love without end	A
Tom Van Arden my old friend	A

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