There’s something in Merlot’s hue,
A sip so pleasing to my soul;
A crimson, a tranquil Merlot’s brew;
I wish it near, to make me whole.

There’s something in Merlot’s grace,
Before the feast and jests take flight,
And truth be told, in its embrace,
It’s not the glass, but its depth of light.

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