I think ,I think I am, therefore I am, I think
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.
I'm more than that, I know I am, at least, I think I must be
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
Writer(s): Justin Hayward
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