How insensitive I must have seemed
when he told me that he loved me...
how unmoved and cold I must have have seemed
when he told me so sincerely
[...]
Now he's gone away and I'm alone with the memory of his last look
vague and drawn and sad
I see it still, all his heartbreak in that last look
A.C. Jobim, 1962
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