| How insensitive
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| I must have seemed
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| When she told me that she 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? |