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Fine Wine

Fine wine from France can be dined with friends or all alone
Made from the glistening sun-kissed grapes hand-picked from the green and gold leafed vines
That are planted row on row along the hills and vales among the mines
Which spread the blood and bone from Rhine to Rhone
Of fine men who died with friends or all alone

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