Oh vine my love so true to me you’ll be
You’re fruit hangs sweet it’s color so opaque
I know that soon the vintner’s hand conceives
And draws from you the land and water’s trait
Your stately arms hang long from gentle guide
Green leaves absorb the sun’s bright warming rays
You draw the minerals that the soil provides
And integrate them in your special way
The must you make will blend with native life
And work a magic spell to fine result
Then from the mighty oak you will entice
From once young juice you now become adult
When finally you can feel the cork release
And fill your final destiny to please
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