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  • 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 fair ground's painted swings
    These foolish things remind me of you
    You came you saw you conquer'd me
    When you did that to me
    I knew somehow 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
    First daffodils and long excited cables
    And candle lights on little corner tables
    And still my heart has wings
    These foolish things remind me of you
    The park at evening when the bell has sounded
    The "Ile de France" with all the gulls around it
    The beauty that is Spring's
    These foolish things remind me of you
    How strange how sweet to find you still
    These things are dear to me
    They seem to bring you near to 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
    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 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
    They seem to bring you 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
  • 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 fair ground's painted swings
    These foolish things remind me of you
    You came you saw you conquer'd me
    When you did that to me
    I knew somehow 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
    First daffodils and long excited cables
    And candle lights on little corner tables
    And still my heart has wings
    These foolish things remind me of you
    The park at evening when the bell has sounded
    The "Ile de France" with all the gulls around it
    The beauty that is Spring's
    These foolish things remind me of you
    How strange how sweet to find you still
    These things are dear to me
    They seem to bring you near to 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
    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 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
    They seem to bring you 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