The glass was half full,
Now it's only hardly full.
I see the way it shines,
Inviting me to take her.
Claret dappled fruity hue,
A seducer of many poets.
And a reveller of wild folk,
When she has called again.
Desire is still heightened,
When she becomes involved.
Leading strong men into trouble,
And young women into song.
Coveted by nations daily,
She wields a mighty sword.
A blessing to us mortals then,
When she relieves our thirst.
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