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Vintage Wine
If you were a vintage bottle of wine
And I could fill my cup
I’d savor your essence for a time
Then slowly I’d drink you up
I’d let you linger on my tongue
Delight my palate with your bouquet
My lips would bathe in your crimson pool
And I’d sit and sip all day
If you were a vintage bottle of wine
All mellow and aged in wood
I’d whirl you and swirl you around my mouth
And hold you as long as I could
I’d drink from you slowly and deeply,
And make your flavor last,
I would not stop, till the very last drop
And I’d probably lick my glass
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