Ev'ry time we say good-bye I die a little Ev'ry time we say good-bye I wonder why, a little. ($) Why the clouds 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 final, but how strange to change from major to minor ev'ry time we say good-bye.* Instrumental dal $egno al fine
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