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
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
Field with memories
Of the golden smile
That introduced me to
The days of wine and roses and you
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