29-04-2022, 11:50 AM
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
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
"Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."