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The Sound of Silence 
Medium
by Simon and Garfunkel
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Hello, darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision
That was in my brain
Still remains
the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
Beneath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my to the cold and damp
my were stabbed
By the flash of a light
That split the night
And the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, more
People talking without speaking
hearing listening
writing songs that voices never share...
And no one dare
the sound of silence.
Fools, said I, you do not know
Silence a cancer grows.
Hear my words I might you,
Take my arms that I might you.
But my words like raindrops fell,
And in the wells of silence.
And the bowed and prayed
To the neon god made.
And the flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said: The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls,
And whisper'd in the sound of silence.
I've come to talk you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision
That was in my brain
Still remains
the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
Beneath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my to the cold and damp
my were stabbed
By the flash of a light
That split the night
And the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, more
People talking without speaking
hearing listening
writing songs that voices never share...
And no one dare
the sound of silence.
Fools, said I, you do not know
Silence a cancer grows.
Hear my words I might you,
Take my arms that I might you.
But my words like raindrops fell,
And in the wells of silence.
And the bowed and prayed
To the neon god made.
And the flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said: The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls,
And whisper'd in the sound of silence.
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