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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 creeping
Left its seeds I was sleeping
And the vision
That was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow of cobblestone
Beneath the of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
my eyes stabbed
By the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And the of silence
And in the light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that never share...
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
Fools, said I, you do not know
Silence like a grows.
Hear my words I teach you,
my arms that I might reach you.
But my like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed in the of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs The words of the prophets
Are on the subway walls
And tenement halls,
And whisper'd in the sound of silence.
I've come to talk you again
Because a creeping
Left its seeds I was sleeping
And the vision
That was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow of cobblestone
Beneath the of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
my eyes stabbed
By the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And the of silence
And in the light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that never share...
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
Fools, said I, you do not know
Silence like a grows.
Hear my words I teach you,
my arms that I might reach you.
But my like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed in the of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs The words of the prophets
Are on the subway walls
And tenement halls,
And whisper'd in the sound of silence.
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