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How Insensitive |
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I must have seemed |
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When she told me that he loved me |
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How unmoved and cold |
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I must have seemed |
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When she told me so sincerely |
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"Why," she must have asked, |
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Did I just turn and stare in icy silence? |
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What was I to say? |
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What can you say when a love affair is over? |
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Now she's gone away |
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And I'm alone with the memory of her last look |
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Vague and drawn and sad |
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I see it still |
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All her heartbreak in that last look |
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"How," she must have asked, |
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Could I just turn and stare in icy silence? |
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What was I to do? |
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What can one do when a love affair is over? |
