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
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<3 muackxxxxxxx
(i didn't have anything to say, but i wanted to comment.)
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You wish you were there!@#$% you have no idea how bloody boring it is at home. I wish I could go to your house to eat.
-A
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