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A. C. Jobim - How Insensitive How insensitive I must have seemed, when she told me that she loved me. How unmoved and cold I must have seemed, when she told me so sincerely. Why she must have asked did I just turn and stare in icy silence ? What was I to say ? What can you say ? When a love affair is over. Now she's gone away and I'm alone with the memry of her last look. Vague and dream and sad, I see it still all her heart beats in her last look. How she must have asked could I just turn and stare in icy silence ? What was I to do ? What can I do ? When a love affair is over. |
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