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The Sound of Silence 
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by Simon and Garfunkel
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Hello, darkness, my old friend
I've come to with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
its seeds I was sleeping
And the vision
That was planted in my brain
remains
the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow 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 flash of a neon light
split the night
And touched the of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
without speaking
listening
People writing 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 words that I might you,
Take my arms I might reach you.
But my words silent raindrops fell,
And echoed in the wells of silence.
And the people and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the flashed out its warning
In the 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 with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
its seeds I was sleeping
And the vision
That was planted in my brain
remains
the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow 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 flash of a neon light
split the night
And touched the of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
without speaking
listening
People writing 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 words that I might you,
Take my arms I might reach you.
But my words silent raindrops fell,
And echoed in the wells of silence.
And the people and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the flashed out its warning
In the 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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