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Hello darkness, my old friend.
I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision, softly creeping,
left its seeds while 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 streets of cobble stone.
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damned,
when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light.
It split 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 without listening.
People writing songs that voices never shared.
No one dared
disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops 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 that it was forming.
And the sign said:
"The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
and tenement halls, and whispered in the sound of silence."
I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision, softly creeping,
left its seeds while 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 streets of cobble stone.
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damned,
when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light.
It split 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 without listening.
People writing songs that voices never shared.
No one dared
disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops 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 that it was forming.
And the sign said:
"The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
and tenement halls, and whispered in the sound of silence."
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