No.74

THESE FOOLISH THINGS

(Remind Me Of You)

Eric Maschwitz 

1901-69

A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces,
An airline ticket to romantic places,
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 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 made 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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