Song of Farewell

To part is to die a little

To die to what we love

One leaves a little of one's self

In every hour and in every place

It is always the mourning of a wish

The last verse of a poem

To part is to die a little

To die to what we love

And one leaves, and it's a game

And until the final farewell

With one's soul one makes

One's mark at each goodbye

To part is to die a little