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And those were the days
of roses, poetry and prose
And, Martha, all I had was you,
and all you had was me
There was no tomorrows,
we'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day
of roses, poetry and prose
And, Martha, all I had was you,
and all you had was me
There was no tomorrows,
we'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day