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.
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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 I die a little.
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