Evry time we say goodbye I die a little Evry 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 youre near theres such an air of spring about it I can hear a lark somewhere waiting to sing about it Theres no love song finer But how strange The change from major to minor Evry time we say goodbye.
When youre near theres such an air of spring about it I can hear a lark somewhere waiting to sing about it Theres no love song finer But how strange The change from major to minor Evry time we say goodbye.
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