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Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again,
because a vision softly creepin' left its seeds while I was sleep in'
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 cobblestone,
beneath the halo of a steetlamp, I turned my collar to the older damp
when my eyes where stabbed by the flash of neon light
that 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 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 teach you,
take my arm that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fall
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 signs said: "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
and tenement halls"
and whisper'd in the sound of silence.

Paul Simon













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