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Stephanie's father came her from Alsace
He bought a big Victorian house
Filled with coloured glass
He kept his old wine bottles
In a cellar down below
On Friday night he takes them out
And stands them in a row
And all that he said
All of us there were tasting history
Those perfume-laden liquids
Whatever they might be
He dispensed then like a chemist
From the sixteenth century
Then leaned back in his armchair
With understated glee
While we tripped over our tongues
To trace their ancestry
And all that he said
All of us there were tasting history
And all through the night
In glass filtered light, tasting history
Stephanie went to Egypt
To an excavation site
And works beneath the Pharaoh's moon
Deep into the night
Her dad still opens Chambertin
As the candle burns away
It was the favorite of Napoleon
That's what he liked to say
And all that he said
All of us there were tasting history
And all through the night
In glass filtered light, tasting history