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GOOD-BYE.
Good-bye! the word is lightly spoken
When ties but lightly bound are broken;
But in that word, to you and me,
Is all that never more may be.
And you and I
Would gladlier die
Than utter now “Good-bye—good-bye!”
When ties but lightly bound are broken;
But in that word, to you and me,
Is all that never more may be.
And you and I
Would gladlier die
Than utter now “Good-bye—good-bye!”
Good-bye! to some, O joy—not sorrow!
It speaks of meeting on some morrow.
To us, that word can only tell
A hopeless, endless, last farewell:
And sob and sigh,
Our hearts' wild cry,
Are in that word, “Good-bye—good-bye!”
It speaks of meeting on some morrow.
To us, that word can only tell
A hopeless, endless, last farewell:
And sob and sigh,
Our hearts' wild cry,
Are in that word, “Good-bye—good-bye!”
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