One did not need to penetrate David's secret counsels or insinuate a man in his bodyguard. All one needed was a pair of years and access to the royal precincts. Just to eavesdrop upon his singing was to develop an accurate idea of his state of mind.

Geraldine Brooks
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When David was in his teenage years, he would sing songs to himself. Since no one else knew what he was saying, it would be like David was singing alone in his head without anyone else to hear his tune. This quote is similar to the next one that talks about the same topic.

Source: The Secret Chord

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