At danu's spring, he licked his wings, and prepped his mind to soar,
but foresworn maid, with lowly heart he bade, goodye forevermore.
What wrath had she? She turned her cheek. No bitterness to behold.
He sought only luxury, she cared only for her sheep - thus love, it's cards did fold.

Goodye.
The word makes one morose;
To others, it is just a normal goodbye, nothing special.
To me,
Hearing it from you makes me hear
All the goodbyes ever said to me, All at once.