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
        
    
    
    
    
        
        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
        
        .
        
    
    
    
    
        
        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
        
    
    
    
    
        
        Every
        
         
        
        time
        
         
        
        we
        
         
        
        say
        
         
        
        goodbye
        
        .
        
    
    
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