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Every time we say goodbye. by Jude Kyrie The ash line lengthens From my untouched cigarette. Smoke rings billow Like clouds passing eternity. Its past the time of sleep Only memories flow Only of you always you.. The bartender freshens my drink. The music weeps from The sweetness of sound That only the alto sax Can bring.. A nelson riddle arrangement Touches my soul as always. *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, Everytime we say goodbye.* It's Ellas trademark song But we borrowed it. It was ours honey. Just for a while. The whisky burns my throat As the saxaphone wails. The ashtray smokes You are behind its mist. The bar is quiet and peaceful The drinks dull all pain. Outside the rain is falling The neon lights color the pavement in muted reflections. I see us again through the window. Arm in arm walking in the rain. Then you float away Like the smoke in my ashtray. The sax builds the last line Ella almost whispers Everytime we say goodbye
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
Inspired by Ms Ella Fitzgeralds ..Every time we say goodbye
Every time we say goodbye. by Jude Kyrie The ash line lengthens From my untouched cigarette. Smoke rings billow Like clouds passing eternity. Its past the time of sleep Only memories flow Only of you always you.. The bartender freshens my drink. The music weeps from The sweetness of sound That only the alto sax Can bring.. A nelson riddle arrangement Touches my soul as always. *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, Everytime we say goodbye.* It's Ellas trademark song But we borrowed it. It was ours honey. Just for a while. The whisky burns my throat As the saxaphone wails. The ashtray smokes You are behind its mist. The bar is quiet and peaceful The drinks dull all pain. Outside the rain is falling The neon lights color the pavement in muted reflections. I see us again through the window. Arm in arm walking in the rain. Then you float away Like the smoke in my ashtray. The sax builds the last line Ella almost whispers Everytime we say goodbye
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
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