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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 with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its while I was sleeping
And the vision
That was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the of silence
In dreams I alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
Beneath the halo of a lamp
I my collar to the and damp
When my were stabbed
By the of a light
the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing listening
People writing voices share...
And no one dare
Disturb the of silence.
Fools, said I, you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words I might teach you,
my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed in the wells of silence.
And the bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said: The 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 with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its while I was sleeping
And the vision
That was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the of silence
In dreams I alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
Beneath the halo of a lamp
I my collar to the and damp
When my were stabbed
By the of a light
the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing listening
People writing voices share...
And no one dare
Disturb the of silence.
Fools, said I, you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words I might teach you,
my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed in the wells of silence.
And the bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said: The of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls,
And whisper'd in the sound of silence.
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