by Cole Porter
Every time we say goodbye, I die a little,
Every time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little,
Why the Gods above me, who must be in the know.
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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 finer, but how strange the change from major to minor,
Every time we say goodbye.
Lyric provided by http://www.sortmusic.com
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 finer, but how strange the change from major to minor,
Every time we say goodbye
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