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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 sound of silence

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 a 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 dared/ 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 arms that I might reach you/ But my words, like silent raindrops fell/ 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 sign said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls/ And tenement halls/ And whispered in the sounds of silence

Songwriters: Paul Simon

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