| 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 fair ground’s painted swings
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| These foolish things remind me of you
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| You came you saw you conquer’d 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 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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| All these things are dear to me
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| They seem to bring you near to me
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| Your sweet perfume ling’ring on a pillow
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| Soft rain falling on a weeping willing
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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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| These foolish things remind me, remind me of you |