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, beneath 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
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