I Cried For Madder Music And For

I Cried For Madder Music And For Stronger Wine, But When The Feast Is Finished And The Lamps Expire, Then Falls Thy Shadow, Cynara! The Night Is Thine.

I Cried For Madder Music And For Stronger Wine.

I Understand That Absinthe Makes The Tart Grow Fonder.

They Are Not Long, The Days Of Wine And Roses. Out Of A Misty Dream, Our Path Emerges For A While, Then Closes, Within A Dream.

They Are Not Long, The Days Of Wine And Roses.