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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 still remains
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Within the sound of silence.
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In restless dreams I walked alone
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Narrow streets of cobblestone,
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'Neath the halo 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 stabbed 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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'Fools' 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 raindrops fell,
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And echoed in the wells 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 flashed out its warning,
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In the words that it was forming.
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And the sign said, '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 sounds of silence.