| 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 stumbling words that told you what my heart meant,
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| A fairground’s painted swings,
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| These foolish things remind me of you
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| You came,
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| You saw,
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| You conquered me,
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| When you did that to me,
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| I knew somehow this had to be,
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| The winds of March that makes 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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| 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. |