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A cigarette that bears a lipsticks traces |
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An airline ticket to romantic places |
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And still my heart has wings |
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These foolish things remind me of you |
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A tinkling piano in the next apartment |
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Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant |
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A fairgrounds painted swing |
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These foolish things remind me of you |
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You came, you saw and you conquered me |
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When you did that to me, I knew somehow this had to be |
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The winds of March that make my heart a dancer |
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A telephone that rings, but who's to answer |
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Or how the ghost of you clings |
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These foolish things remind me of you |
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The scent of smoldering leaves |
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The vail of steamers |
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Two lovers on their street |
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Who walk like dreamers |
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Or how the ghost of you clings |
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These foolish things remind me of you |
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How strange, how sweet, to find you still |
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These things are dear to me, they seem to bring you so near to me |
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The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations, |
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Silk stockings thrown aside, dance invitations |
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Or how the ghost of you clings |
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These foolish things remind me of you |
