Из альбома: The Music of Henry Mancini

The days of wine and roses laugh and run away
Like a child at play
Through a meadowland 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, oh, the days of wine and roses
And you

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