Placeholder: And left me cravin' for more summer wine Oh, oh summer wine Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring My summer wine is really made from all these things Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time And I will give to you my summer wine And left me cravin' for more summer wine Oh, oh summer wine Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring My summer wine is really made from all these things Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time And I will give to you my summer wine

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And left me cravin' for more summer wine Oh, oh summer wine Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring My summer wine is really made from all these things Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time And I will give to you my summer wine

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