The days of wine and roses laugh and run away
Like a child at
Through a meadowland toward a closing door
A door marked "nevermore" that wasn't there before.
The lonely night discloses just a passing breeze
Of the golden smile that introduced me to
The days of wine and roses and you.
Lyrics provided by Darlene Federowicz
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