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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 I was sleeping
And the vision
That was planted in my brain
remains
Within the sound of silence
In I walked alone
streets of cobblestone
Beneath the halo of a lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed
By the flash of a light
That split the night
And touched the of silence
And in the light I saw
Ten thousand people, more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices share...
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
Fools, I, you do not know
like a cancer grows.
my that I might teach you,
my that I might you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed 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 I was sleeping
And the vision
That was planted in my brain
remains
Within the sound of silence
In I walked alone
streets of cobblestone
Beneath the halo of a lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed
By the flash of a light
That split the night
And touched the of silence
And in the light I saw
Ten thousand people, more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices share...
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
Fools, I, you do not know
like a cancer grows.
my that I might teach you,
my that I might you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed 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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