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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