In the heart of your ears great packs of sound
Sing and the devils sing, that when there is a question
Of doubt, one has been whispered a thought of elders.
In the head like a kick the energy flows through the brain
By working and persevering in ways too certain,
That by the waves inside, thoughts are talented.
A little light has shone from the outside brightness,
Favouring a burning love too hard in the head,
Feeling thoughtful thinkers like the ones of older age.
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