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 begin to sing about it there's no love finer, but how strange the change from major to minor...
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