In the intricate dance of synapses and nerves,
A symphony of thought and feeling swerves,
Within the folds of the human brain,
A world of wonder and mystery to explain.
From the bustling streets of memory lane,
To the quiet corners of creative domain,
The neurons fire and the pathways light,
Guiding us through day and night.
Mysterious and elusive, the brain's power,
Both delicate blossom and mighty tower,
Unlocking secrets yet to be found,
In the labyrinth of grey matter profound.
So let us marvel at this wondrous creation,
The source of our thoughts and imagination,
A universe in itself, complex and vast,
The human brain, a marvel unsurpassed.
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