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 knew somehow this had to be,
The winds of March that makes 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.
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.

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