Fine Red Wine
Eager red grapes on the vine just waiting
Color so deep, sugar sweet time has past
Voices in the fields, breathe for the baiting
Harvest soon, autumn smiles may not last
Passionate nectar in the juices' drop
Garner gold in the fingers of famine
Oh dear dream you have made this season stop
This pleasure of flavor is no mammon
Red flows innocent under pretty feet
Peeling the patience from a thirsty man
Pining for that draught to quicken his beat
But he must hold, theft is no righteous stand
Fine red wine your favor is in the cask
I will wait; I will wait for you to ask
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