It's Threshold of a Dream by the Moody Blues:
I thinkOf course you are, my bright little star
I think I am
therefore I am
I think
I've miles and miles of files
pretty files of your forefathers fruit
and now to suit
Our great computer
you're magnetic ink
I'm more than thatThere you go man
I know I am
at least, I think I must be
keep as cool as you can
Face piles of trials with smiles
It riles them to believe that you perceive
the web they weave
so keep on thinking free
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