"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."
I have come to believe that if I keep it this way, I will never feel let down too far. I just look fondly on the past as though it were fantasy.
Through a meadow land toward a closing door
A door marked "nevermore" that wasn't there before."
I have come to believe that if I keep it this way, I will never feel let down too far. I just look fondly on the past as though it were fantasy.
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