Days Of Wine And Roses



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 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
--henry mancini
Bill Evans
Days of Wine and Roses
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