Tekster: Frank Sinatra. Days of Wine & Roses.
The days of wine and roses
Laugh and run away like a child at play
Through the meadow land, toward a closing door
A door marked, "Nevermore", 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 days of wine and roses
The lonely the 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
Laugh and run away like a child at play
Through the meadow land, toward a closing door
A door marked, "Nevermore", 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 days of wine and roses
The lonely the 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
Sinatra, Frank
Sinatra, Frank
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