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Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again
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Because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping
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And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains
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within the sound of silence
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In restless dreams I walked alone narrow streets of cobblestone
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'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp
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When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light that
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split the night and touched the sound of silence
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And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more
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People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening
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people writing songs that voices never share
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And no one dare disturb the sound of silence
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"Fools" said I, "You do not know silence like a cancer grows,
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Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my arms that
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I might reach you."
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But my words like silent raindrops fell and echoed
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in the wells of silence
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And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made
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And the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming
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And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written
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on the subway walls and tenement halls."
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And whispered in the sounds of silence
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The Sound Of Silence
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| Simon, Garfunkel (褸機 OST) |
