The days of wine and roses. Laugh and run away like a child at play. Through a meadow land toward a closing door. A door marked nevermore, that wasn't there before.
The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at play. Through a meadow land toward a closing door. A door marked "nevermore" that wasn't there before.
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 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.