Strawberries cherries and
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an angel's kiss in spring
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My summer wine is really
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made from all these things
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I walked in town
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on silver spurs that jingled to
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A song that I had only
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sang to just a few
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She saw my silver spurs and
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said lets pass some time
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And I will give to you
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more summer wine
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Ohh- oh - oh summer wine
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Strawberries cherries and
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an angel's kiss in spring
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My summer wine is really
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made from all these things
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Take off your silver spurs and
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help me pass the time
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And I will give to you
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summer wine
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Ohh- oh - oh summer wine
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My eyes grew heavy
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and my lips they could not speak
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I tried to get up but I
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couldn't find my feet
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She reassured me with
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an unfamiliar line
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And then she gave to me
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more summer wine
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Ohh- oh - oh summer wine
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Ohh- oh - oh summer wine
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When I woke up the sun
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was shining in my eyes
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My silver spurs were gone
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my head felt twice its size
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She took my silver sprus
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a dollar and a dime
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And left me cravin' for
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more summer wine
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Ohh- oh - oh summer wine
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Strawberries cherries and
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an angel's kiss in spring
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My summer wine is really
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made from all these things
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Take off your silver spurs and
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help me pass the time
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And I will give to you
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summer wine
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Ohh- oh - oh summer wine
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Ohh- oh - oh summer wine
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