To My Pipe.
Farewell, farewell, a loag farewell, To you, my dearest friend ; The hour has come when we must part, Our friendship now must end. YouVe cheered me on my darkest days, When everything seemed blue ; You've brightened me a thousand ways, The one friend 1 that was true. But now to-day we needs must part, To give you up I've sworn ; Oh, woe the day I met that girl, Would she had ne'er been born. She made me give you up, dear friend, She parted us for life : But do not grieve, we'll meet again., When she becomes my wife. —Edgar A. Guest.
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Free Lance, Volume III, Issue 139, 28 February 1903, Page 14
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105To My Pipe. Free Lance, Volume III, Issue 139, 28 February 1903, Page 14
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