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Underneath the tree
With the dancing leaves
With a cork in his hand
And a bottle between his knees
He took my empty cup
And he filled it up half way
And I said more, more, give me more
Come back and give me more
The bark looked rough and dark
Against his glowing skin
His laughter licked my ear
And dissolved in the wind
He filled my cup again
But I could not get enough
So I said more, more, give me more
Come back and give me more
Then I dropped my cup
Out spilled time
I'm rolling down a sweet red river of wine
He kissed my open mouth
But before he was gone
I said more, more, give me more
Come back and give me more
Writer/s: Hobbyhorse
