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D6A cigaBm7rette that bears Em7a lipstickA7´ traces,
D6An airlineBm7 ticket to E9romantA7ic places,
D9And still D7my heart hG6as wings
B7These foolE7ish thinA7gs remiEm7nd me ofA7 you.
D6A tinkling Bm7piano in the Em7next apartA7ment,
D6Those stumbBm7lin´ words that E9told yA7ou what my heart meant,
A D9fairgrounD7d´ fadedG6 swings
B7These foolE7ish thinA7gs remDind C#7me of you.
F#m7You came, youC#9 saw,F#m you conqF#m7uered me
WAhen yF#m7ou did tBm7hat to mE9e, I A7knew somCdimehow thisEm7 had tA7o be.
D6The winds Bm7of March that Em7make my hA7eart a dancer,
D6A telephone Bm7that ringE7s but who´ A7to answer
D9Oh, how theD7 ghost of you clings
B7These foolisE7h things A7remind meD of yCdimou. Em7 A7
F#m7You came, you C#9saw, F#m you conqueredF#m7 me
WAhenF#m7 you diBm7d that tE7o me, IA7 knew soCdimmehow thiEm7s had A7to be.
D6The winds of MBm7arch that make my hEm9eart a A7dancer,
D6A telephone Bm7that ringE9s but whoA7´ to answer
D9Oh, how D7the ghost of you clings
B7These foE7olish thiA7ngs reDmind Cdimme of yEm7ou. A7 D6
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