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Wines
by Owen

The Wines of Youth
Everyoung, effervesce
Seeking Truth
Sure that Life means Happiness
Climbing up the ancient vines
The dying husks of older wines

The Wines of Age
Bottled in the years that were
Some still pure
Others turned to vinegar
And who can say
His year was great
The suns and rains
Have shaped our fate

The Wines of Youth
Every year, a Vintage Year
Life is new
Free from doubt
And free from fear
Soon they'll build
Their vats and kegs
And watch their dreams
Drift down to dregs

The Wines of Age
Once were grapes upon the hill
Some were picked
Others wait in hopes they will
And do you know
The wistful pain
Of vin ordinaire
To be champagne?

But the Wines of Youth
Everyoung, effervesce
Seeking Truth
Sure that Life means Happiness
Climbing up us ancient vines
The dying husks of older wine
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