Children of the Night — Romance

I

Boys We were all boys, and three of us were friends;

And we were more than friends, it seemed to me: -- Yes, we were more than brothers then, we three.

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Brothers?

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But we were boys, and there it ends.

II

James Wetherell We never half believed the stuff They told about James Wetherell;

We always liked him well enough, And always tried to use him well;

But now some things have come to light, And James has vanished from our view, -- There is n't very much to write, There is n't very much to do.