Partir, c’est mourir un peu
or as Burns said:
But to see her was to love her;
Love but her, and love for ever….
Had we never lov’d sae kindly,
Had we never lov’d sae blindly,
Never met-or never parted,
We had ne’er been broken-hearted.
So fare-thee-weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest!
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae fareweeli alas, for ever!
or, according to Groucho,
Hello, I must be going
I only came to say
I must be going
I’ll stay the whole night through
and all the next day too, but
I must be going.
I’ll see you by and by
wipe that tear from your eye
just try to remember
that day in September
(or was it November?)
the best day in our lives though
of course we didn’t know