******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 sounds of silence. |
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in restless dreams i walked alone |
narrow streets of cobblestone, |
´neath the halo of a street lamp |
i turned my collar to the cold and damp |
when my eyes were stabbed |
by the flash of the neon light, that split the night |
and touch the sounds of silence. |
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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 dared disturb the sounds of silence. |
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´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. |
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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 whispered in the sounds of silence. |
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