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Emile
The memories are rooted deep inside
Human tendencies you cannot hide
Your pieces that hold you strong
Come from lives not far gone
A Grandfather shaped the base
Her best friend sewed your lace
His Grandmother supplied the paint
That beautiful woman was such a saint
A father to someone cut the tree
The ones now lathed for all to see
The glass was formed by a mother
Giving it life like no other
They worked through me that night
The stories were fused within the light
Emile was created with time well spent
From shared heritage that was lent.
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