Our eyes can only see inside the spectrum we perceive
What if I were to tell you I see colors others cannot see?
We can see the sea seers with limitless vision
But fail to see what they perceive in the sea from their visage
To look beneath is the truth, but I am no perfect creature
My eyes will be fixed on features when I see her
But when I close them I see colors no one else is aware of
And for her, she sees colors, perceiving them as she does
If the hues of the colors are bold in understanding
The limitless colors of my mind will command me
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