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And now the purple dusk of twilight time Steals across the meadows of my heart High up in the sky the little stars climb Always reminding me that we're apartYou wander down the lane and far away Leaving me a song that will not die Love is now the stardust of yesterday The music of the years gone by Sometimes I wonder why I spend The lonely night dreaming of a song The melody haunts my reverie And I am once again with you When our love was new And each kiss an inspiration But that was long ago Now my consolation Is in the stardust of a songBeside a garden wall When stars are bright You are in my arms The nightingale tells his fairy tale A paradise where roses bloom Though I dream in vain In my heart it will remain My stardust melody The memory of love's refrain |
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It must have been moonglow, way up in the blue It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you I still hear you sayin', "Dear one, hold me fast" And I keep on prayin', "Oh Lord, please let this last"We seemed to float right through the air Heavenly songs seemed to come from everywhereAnd now when there's moonglow, way up in the blue I'll always remember, that moonglow gave me youIt must have been moonglow, way up in the blue It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you I still hear you sayin', "Sweet child, hold me fast" And I keep on prayin', "Oh Lord, please let this last"We seemed to float right through the air Heavenly songs seemed to come from everywhereAnd now when there's moonglow, way up in the blue I'll always remember, that moonglow gave me you |
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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 youA tinkling piano in the next apartment Those stumblin' words that told you what my heart meant A fairground's faded swings These foolish things remind me of youYou came, you saw, you conquered me When you did that to me I knew somehow that this had to beThe 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 youHow strange, how sweet, to find you still These things are dear to me They seem to bring you near to meThe 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 youoh 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 paina cigarette that bears a lipsticks traces an airline ticket to romantic places and still my heart has wings these foolish things remind me of youa tinkling piano in the next apartment those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant a fairgrounds painted swings these foolish things remind me of youyou came you saw you conquered me when you did that to me I somehow knew that this had to bethe 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 yougardenia perfume lingering on a pillow wild strawberries only 7 francs a kilo and still my heart has wings these foolish things remind me of youI know that this was bound to be these things have haunted me for you=B9ve entirely enchanted methe sigh of midnight trains in empty stations silk stockings thrown aside and sin-vitations oh how the ghost of you clings these foolish things remind me of youthe 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 youhow strange how sweet to find you still these things are dear to me that seem to bring you so near to methe scent of smoking 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 just you |
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