| A cigarette that bears a lipstick’s 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 stumblin' words that told you what my heart meant
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| A fairground’s faded swings
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| These foolish things remind me of you
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| You came, you saw, you conquered me
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| When you did that to me
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| I knew somehow that 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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| Oh, 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
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| They seem to bring you 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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| Oh, how the ghost of you clings
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| These foolish things remind me of you |