| You and I picked raspberries in the forest with our lips
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| The wind in the green leaves sang a happy song to us,
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| And when we danced in the evening meadow,
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| I wanted to touch your lips
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| I wanted to touch your lips
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| I wanted to touch your lips
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| And the melody of summer around the world circled us with you
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| And the night mists beckoned for a clear river
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| The brightest force tore us from the earth
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| And we kissed under the moon
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| And we kissed under the moon
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| And we kissed under the moon
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| Raspberry - sweet on the lips
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| Raspberry, raspberry on the lips
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| Raspberry, raspberry on the lips
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| Raspberry, raspberry on the lips
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| Flew and disappeared into the distance our starry summer
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| I stand and hold yellowed leaves in my hands
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| And painfully familiar song I hear somewhere
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| And the delicate taste of raspberries on the lips
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| And the delicate taste of raspberries on the lips
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| And the delicate taste of raspberries on the lips
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| Raspberry - sweet on the lips
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| Raspberry, raspberry on the lips
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| Raspberry, raspberry on the lips
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| Raspberry, raspberry on the lips
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| Raspberry, raspberry on the lips
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| Raspberry, raspberry on the lips
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| Raspberry, raspberry on the lips |