ev'ry time we say goodbye i die a little

Ev'ry 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 waiting to sing about it

There's no love song finer

But how strange the change from major to minor

Ev'ry time we say goodbye


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