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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
its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision
was planted in my brain
remains
Within the sound of silence
In dreams I walked alone
streets of cobblestone
Beneath the of a lamp
I my to the and damp
When my eyes stabbed
By the of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the of silence
And in the light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs voices never share...
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
Fools, said I, you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my I might teach you,
Take my arms I might you.
But my words like silent fell,
And echoed in the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words 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
its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision
was planted in my brain
remains
Within the sound of silence
In dreams I walked alone
streets of cobblestone
Beneath the of a lamp
I my to the and damp
When my eyes stabbed
By the of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the of silence
And in the light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs voices never share...
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
Fools, said I, you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my I might teach you,
Take my arms I might you.
But my words like silent fell,
And echoed in the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words 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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