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I've seen your lips dear in my sleep
Sway of those hips make willows weep
Slow like a grape- vine gently creeping
Would you care for some more wine?
Let me pour you some more wine

I'm sure you've broken many hearts
Your virute tempering your sparks
Now  we're alone though larks sing sweetly
Would you care for some more wine?
Let me pour you some more wine

My, how your cheeks grow rosey
Your charming freckles darken
The waining sunlight chose me
Time has slipped the evening bells chime
What do you say?
Let's finish this wine.

The morning sun in these damn woods
Somebody shoot those goddamned birds
Why, who are you lying beside me?
Would you care for some more wine?
Let me pour you some more wine
Would you care for some more wine?
Let me pour you some more wine