Pablo
She looks, but cannot see what he means
Maybe it's nothing
Just wants to be crystalline
Be a refractor
To see and scatter, ball and batter
What more could she ask for?
See how idea goes in and hits the brain
Where it hits
They run away in lightning veins
A billion pieces in a billion places
A billion truths behind a billion faces
What more could she ask for?
And the closer you are, the less I can see
And the less I can see, the more that it means
And the closer you are, the less I can see
And the less I can see, the more that it means
And the closer you are, the less I can see
And the less I can see, the more that it means
And the closer you are, the less I can see
And the less I can see, the more that it means
What more could she ask for?

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