| Your flaxen hair’s a waterfall
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| a Niagara where echoes call,
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| your moonstone eyes
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| are twice the size
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| of human kind.
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| A hologram could not compare
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| with anything that’s really there
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| in four dimensions
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| all inventions
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| of the mind.
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| that such a thing as you exists
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| the scientists
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| who made you.
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| You’re always there right by my side
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| my biotronologic bride
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| we’re interfaced
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| the past’s erased
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| the future’s now.
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| We watch the screen and share its glow
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| where all you see is all you know
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| 'cause I won’t take you
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| out and break you
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| in the crowd.
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| that such a thing as you exists
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| the scientists
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| who made you. |