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You don't see me?
                Emerge from the clouded vacuum world
                I was made,with cry renting the air,
                Such as made,by a newly
                Born baby,attracting the attention
                Of the world to myself.Made
                I of gold,more beautiful than wood.
                You don't see me?
                
                Growing;crawling;standing;
                Walking in the neighborhood of
                Father's mound house,with other
                Children,born of no silver spoon.
                Hate;love;care;wickedness;all
                Encircle us
                You don't see me?
                Shine with glorious light sends
                
                Across the circumference of
                The earth,as I come of age,
                Everybody sees me? Yes!
                You don't see me? No!
                You all see me now!
 
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                You are a scientific tool
                But in human form you evolve,
                Counting the number of days
                That are left for me to emerge
                From where I had hidden from your evil
                Designs and machinations
                
                Upon my arrival you continue
                To count my days as if you
                Were God that made me,looking
                To see my days diminish and
                My demise more nearer than before
                You are made to do addition and
                Substraction in your world but
                To the world you emerge,put
                On the duty of a busybody.
                
                
                Run away from you,calculator,
                But never know that you
                But never know that you
                Are prevalence everywhere around
                The world.Counting my hours
                Of work and the number of days
                And years I have spent outside my continent.
                How I wish you could turn on a new leaf
                That dictates the purpose for which
                You are designed! Calculator!
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