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The last of the summer wine
The blossom soon begins to fade
A lonely bird high on a hill sings
Autumn's on its way
The memory of summers gone
Like passing shadows cross my mind
Reflections of the yesterdays
That made our summer wine
The misty haze of golden days
When we were young
That heady brew of finding love
Then love passing on
The last of the summer wine
The sweet bouquet of memories
When days were long and nights so warm
I still remember these
We laughed and loved, maybe too well
The best laid plans of yours and mine got left behind
Time went too fast
Just like our summer wine
Though shadows grow longer now
The leaves start to fall
I still feel the warmth of you
But most of all
This cup of life of ours we drank
Now grapes are few upon the vine
So let us toast of vintage years
The last of our summer wine
And always remember this
The promise that I made to you:
This summer wine of ours, my love
Will last our whole lifes through
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