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The Sound of Silence 
Medium
by Simon and Garfunkel
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Hello, darkness, my old friend
I've to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision
That was planted 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 collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed
By the of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
hearing without listening
writing songs voices never share...
And no one dare
the of silence.
Fools, said I, you do not know
Silence like a grows.
my words I might you,
my arms that I might reach you.
But my silent raindrops fell,
And echoed in the of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the god made.
And the sign 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 halls,
And whisper'd in the sound of silence.
I've to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision
That was planted 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 collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed
By the of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
hearing without listening
writing songs voices never share...
And no one dare
the of silence.
Fools, said I, you do not know
Silence like a grows.
my words I might you,
my arms that I might reach you.
But my silent raindrops fell,
And echoed in the of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the god made.
And the sign 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 halls,
And whisper'd in the sound of silence.
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