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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, ★* * and 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. Rod Stewart These Foolish Things
<~Src~> 想對 <~Des~> 說：<~Say~>
作 者：expertu.bbs@ptt.csie.ntu.edu.tw
投稿時間：02.13.2003
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