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(¸.•´ (¸.• Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because the vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain,
still remains,

Within the sounds of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone,
Narrow streets of cobbled stone,
'Neath the halo of a streetlamp,
I turned my collar to the Cold and Damp,
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light,
that split the night,
and touched the sounds of silence.

And in the naked light I saw,
Ten thousand people, may be more,
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs, that voices never shared,
no one dared,
Disturbing sounds of silence.

Fools said I, you do not know,
Silence like a cancer grows,
Here my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you,
But my words like silent rain drops fell,
Echoing the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed,
To the neon god they made,
And the sigh flashed out its warning,
In the words it was forming,
And the sigh said:
The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls,
and tenement halls,
and whispered in the sounds of silence.


Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel: Sounds of Silence

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