Writer(s): antonion carlos jobim Sad is to live in solitude Far from your tranquil altitude Sad is to know that no one ever can live on a dream That never can be, will never be Dreamer awake, wake up and see. Your beauty is an aeroplane So high my heart can't bear the strain A heart that stops when you pass by Only to cause me pain Sad is to live in solitude
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