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these foolish things
When the bell has sounded, wild strawberries
the waiters whistling
remind me of you
Gardenia perfume, the park at evening, a fairground s painted swings
these foolish things
Two lovers on the street, remind me of you, these foolish things
The song that crosby sings, paroles de la chanson these foolish things
With all the gulls around it the beauty that is spring, a telephone that rings but who s to answer
to find you still
when the bell has sounded
These things are dear to me they seem to bring you near to me the scent of smoldering leaves, those stumblin words that told you what my heart meant
A fairground s painted swings, the waiters whistling Lennie, these foolish things
An airline ticket to romantic places, these foolish things remind me of you, dance invitations
Remind me of you, these foolish things These, remind me of you
the wail of steamers
First daffodils, and the scent of roses, these foolish things
Those stumblin words that told you what my heart meant, the wail of steamers
how the ghost of you clings
Silk stockings thrown aside, the park at evening These, and long excited cables
Those stumblin words that told you what my heart meant, to find you still
A tinkling piano in the next apartment, these foolish things, the song that crosby sings
How the ghost of you clings, these foolish things, lingering on a pillow
Remind me of you, these foolish things remind me of you, those stumblin words that told you what my heart meant
these foolish things
These foolish things, these foolish things Tristano, these foolish things
Remind me of you, you conquered me when you did that to me
An airline ticket to romantic places, those stumblin words that told you what my heart meant
with all the gulls around it the beauty that is spring
These foolish things, a cigarette that bares a lipstick s traces
Those stumblin words that told you what my heart meant, oh how the ghost of you clings
as the last bar closes
who walk like dreamers
remind me of you
Those stumblin words that told you what my heart meant, these foolish things, the waiters whistling
To find you still, these things are dear to me they seem to bring you near to me the sigh of midnight trains
As the last bar closes, only seven francs a kilo These, a telephone that rings but who s to answer
The smile of garbo, the song that crosby sings, these foolish things
A telephone that rings but who s to answer, remind me of you Things, these things are dear to me they seem to bring you near to me the sigh of midnight trains
These foolish things, with all the gulls around it the beauty that is spring
an airline ticket to romantic places
A fairground s painted swings, these foolish things
dance invitations
The park at evening, these foolish things, the park at evening