I want to do something though. I’d like to give you a going away present. You may not like it, but I don’t care. It’s just this. You’re never gonna forget me. You’re gonna walk that street or wherever you happen to be. You’re gonna see me even when you know I’m not there. And nobody in this whole world is ever gonna be as right to you as I was.
— Lillian Corning, Paris Blues (1961)