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These foolish things


Oh will you never let me be?
Oh will you never set me free?
The ties that bound us are still around us
There's no escape that I can see
And still those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain
A cigarette that bears a lipstick’s traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
And still my heart has wings

          These foolish things
          Remind me of you


A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant
A fairground’s painted swings

          These foolish things
          Remind me of you


You came, you saw, you conquered me
When you did that to me, I somehow knew that this had to be
The winds of march that make my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings but, who's to answer?
Oh, how the ghost of you clings

          These foolish things
          Remind me of you


Gardenia perfume ling'ring on a pillow
Wild strawb'ries only seven francs a kilo
And still my heart has wings

          These foolish things
          Remind me of you


The park at evening when the bell has sounded
The Île-de-France with all the girls around it
The beauty that is spring

          These foolish things
          Remind me of you


I know that this was bound to be
These things have haunted me
For you've entirely enchanted me
The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations
Silk stockings thrown aside, dance invitations
Oh, how the ghost of you clings

          These foolish things
          Remind me of you


First daffodils and long excited cables
And candlelight on little corner tables
And still my heart has wings

          These foolish things
          Remind me of you


The smile of garbo and the scent of roses
The waiters whistling as the last bar closes
The song that Crosby sings

          These foolish things
          Remind me of you


How strange, how sweet to find you still
These things are dear to me
That seem to bring you so near to me
The scent of smould'ring leaves, the wail of steamers
Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers
Oh, how the ghost of you clings

          These foolish things
          Remind me of you, just you.







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