My wisdom grows in quiet moments. I learn to heal without fear. Distance shows me hidden truth. And my heart becomes clear. Wisdom in the Wine, it guides me through the night. A simple taste of truth, a gentle kind of light. I walk my path with steady steps. No one decides my worth. I breathe in calm and let go. I rise from the hurt. Wisdom in the Wine, it guides me through the night. A simple taste of truth, a gentle kind of light. I listen close to my own voice. But when the winemaker speaks, I smile. “Take the Riesling,” he says softly. And I follow for a while. Wisdom in the Wine, it guides me through the night. A simple taste of truth, a gentle kind of light. I know the feeling in one sip. “Aah, wine,” I whisper slow. It tells me I am free. It tells me where to go. Wisdom in the Wine, it guides me through the night. A simple taste of truth, a gentle kind of light. I never say no to Vino. It keeps my spirit warm. It reminds me of my strength. It carries me through storms. Wisdom in the Wine, it guides me through the night. A simple taste of truth, a gentle kind of light. I don’t need water offered to me. I choose my own glass in life. Wine is my quiet courage. Wine is my gentle drive. Wisdom in the Wine, it guides me through the night. A simple taste of truth, a gentle kind of light. So wisdom, distance, and wine unite. They help me stay true and whole. They shape my heart with softness. They steady my wandering soul. Wisdom in the Wine, it guides me through the night. A simple taste of truth, a gentle kind of light.
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