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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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