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varietals Like Pinot Gris, Noir I'm always fixin' to try Vignoles Pardon me, but our Chardonnay's so untraditional It's Sur Lee aged and surely you'll say,
Leafy green, or purple, red I think about you, I'm awake in bed The varietal epithet capitata Derived from the Latin word for "having a head" Wish I had
the alphabet is my favorite penitentiary I've got varietal forms Not for societal norms Before I signed a deal with the Devil My lawyer looked over the terms His
Good afternoon Mr. Wick, it's been a long time I'd like a tasting, something robust, precise I know your fondness for German varietals I
All these fake ass sheeple Cant tell what's real or illegal All these fake ass people Cant tell what's true or varietal Its all I ever see No energy No
through varietal Tearing out every root And when they leave this world in colder hands Powerful old Saint Pete And they find the gates abandoned No
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