There is no such thing as a moral or immoral book; books are well written or badly written.
Oscar Wilde, Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891
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Every Time We Say Goodbye
Ev'ry time we say goodbye, I die a little
Ev'ry time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little
Why the God's 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 waiting to sing about it
There's no love song finer
But how strange the change from major to minor
Ev'ry time we say goodbye
When you're near, there's such an air of spring about it
I can hear a lark somewhere waiting to sing about it
There's no love song finer
But how strange the change from major to minor
Ev'ry time we say goodbye