Every time we say goodbye, I die a little.
Every time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little.
Why the gods above me, who must be in the know,
think so little of me they allow you to go.
When you`re near there`s such an air of spring about it.
I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it.
There`s no love song finer but how strange the change from major to
minor,
Every time we say goodbye, every single time we say goodbye
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