No Crystal Ball
I was born on the first day of history
I reveal your life's mystery
I was there for World War One
I have gone through a ton
I can show you the past or future
I might be mistaken for a fortune teller
My numbers are the way I became a speller
But I can hold a life story
Because I was born on the first day of history
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