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The sound of silence -- Paul Simon |
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Hello 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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Left its 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 the sound of silence |
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In restless dreams I walk alone |
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Narrow streets of cobble stone |
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Beneath the hallo of a street lamp, |
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I turned my collar to the cold and damp |
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When my eyes were stabbled by the flash of a neon light |
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That split the night |
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And touched the sound of silence |
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And in the naked night I saw ten thousand people may be more |
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People talking without speaking 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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"Fool" said I "you do not know |
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Silence like a cancer grows |
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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 rain-drops fell |
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And echo-ed in the wells of silence |
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And the people bow and prayed |
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to the neon God they made |
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And the sign flash out its warning |
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In the words that it was forming |
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And the sings said "The words of the prophers are |
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written the subway walls and tenement halls" |
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And whispered in the sounds of silence |
