(Strachey/Marvell/ Link)
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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, 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 made my heart a dancer,
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A telephone that rings,
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And 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 first daffodil and long excited cables,
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And candle lights on little corner tables,
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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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The park at evening when the bell has sounded,
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The 'Ile-de-France' with all the gulls around it,
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The beauty that is spring's...
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These foolish things remind me of you.
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How strange, how sweet
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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 tossed 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...
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These foolish things remind me of you.
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These Foolish Things (Remind Me Of You)
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| Nat King Cole |
