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A cigarette that bears a lipstick's tracesAn airline ticket to romantic placesAnd still my heart has wingsThese foolish things remind me of youA tinkling piano in the next apartmentThose stumblin' words that told you what my heart meantA fairground's faded swingsThese foolish things remind me of youYou came, you saw, you conquered meWhen you did that to meI knew somehow that this had to beThe winds of March that make my heart a dancerA telephone that rings, but who's to answer?Oh, how the ghost of you clingsThese foolish things remind me of youHow strange, how sweet, to find you stillThese things are dear to meThey seem to bring you near to meThe sigh of midnight trains in empty stationsSilk stockings thrown aside, dance invitationsOh, how the ghost of you clingsThese foolish things remind me of you Aus Songtexte Mania