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
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And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains within the sound 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
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When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night and touched the sound 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
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People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared Disturb the sound 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
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And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written
on the subway walls and tenement halls"
And whispered in the sound of silence"
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