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ello,darkness my old friend
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I've come to talk with you again,
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because a vision softly creeping.
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I left the seeds while I was sleeping,
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and the vision that was planted in my brain
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still remains with in the sound of silence.
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In restless dreams I walked alone
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narrow streets of cobble stone,
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neath the halo of a street-lamp
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turned my collar to the cold and damp
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When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
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split the night and touched the sound of silence.
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And in the naked light,I saw
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ten thousand people maybe more
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people talking without speaking
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people hearing without listening
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people writing songs that voices never share
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no one dare disturb the sound of silence
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"Fools!" said I "you do not know,
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SILENCE LIKE CANCER GROW."
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"hear my words that i might teach you,
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take my arms that I might reach you"
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But my words like silent raindrops fell,
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and echoed in the walls of silence .
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and the people bowed and prayed
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to the neon god they made.
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and the sign flached out it's warning.
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In the words that it was forming,
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and the signs said,
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"the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
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and tenement halls"
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and whisper'd in the sound of silence.
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The Sound Of Silence
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| simon & punkle |
