Anita bryant

Days of wine and roses

Anita bryant
The days of wine and roses
Laugh and run away like a child at play
Through the meadowland toward a closing door
A door marked never more that wasn't there before

The lonely night discloses
Just a passing breeze filled with memories
Of the golden smile that introduced me
To the days of wine and roses and you

(The lonely night discloses)
Just a passing breeze filled with memories

Of the golden smile that introduced me
To the days of wine and roses and you

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