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From earth I came to his home
to be made into something from love
have his hands mold and shape me.
Ohh his love for the art he make
as the wheel spins around to shape.
Soon I will be admired by someone
but first I withstand the fire.
Oh what beautiful art of love
he makes with his hands as the guide.
Someday to adorne a table
for the people to see
or maybe a bowl for one.
My luster shall be brite
as the sun for all to see.
Ohh I can't wait to have my shape
made by his love
a masterpiece that's unique .