Moody Blues On The Threshold Of A Dream In The Beginning (Graeme Edge) First Man: I think, I think I am, I think. Establishment: Of course you are my bright little star. I've miles And miles Of files Pretty files of your forefather's fruit And now to suit our Great computer You're magnetic ink. First Man: I'm more than that, I know I am, at least, I think I must be. Inner Man: There you go, man, keep as cool as you can. Face piles And piles Of trials With smiles It riles them to believe That you perceive The web they weave And keep on thinking free. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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