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Writer(s): antonio carlos jobim - gene lees- vinicius demoraesWhat should I call this happy madness that I feel inside of meSometime of wild october gladness that I never thought I’d seeWhat has become of all my sadness all my endless lonely sighsWhere are my sorrows nowWhat happened to the frown and is that self contented clownStanding grinning in the mirror really meI’d like to run through central park carve your initials in the barkOf every tree I pass for every one to seeI feel that I’ve gone back to childhood and I’m skipping through the wildwoodSo excited that I don’t know what to doWhat do I care if I’m a juvenile I smile my secret little smileBecause I know the change in me is youWhat should I call this happy madness all this unexpected joyThat turned the world into a baby’s bouncing toyThe god’s are laughing far above one of them gave a little shoveAnd I fell gaily gladly madly into love