It has been ages since my first day on earth
I remain the same old wine
I have been poured into different bottles
yet my taste has not aged as I once imagined
My flavour still stirs thirst and hunger
The cracks in the bottles have no hold on me
Even butterflies are drawn to my spills
I am not the only wine in the cellar
Yet I am chosen and celebrated every time
A single sip of me revives every soul that tastes me
My presence leaves an indelible memory in their hearts
No one ever leaves me unfinished in their glass
Many years of pure originality is worth celebrating
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