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hello darkness...

old friend...

come to talk with you again...

because a vision softly creeping...

left its seeds while i was sleeping...

the vision that was planted in my brain...

sTill remains...

within the sound of silence...

in restless dreams...

walked alone...

narrow streets of cobblestone...

beneath the halo of a street lamp...

turned my collar to the cold and damp...

when my eyes were stabbed by the flash...

of neon light...

that split the night...

touching the sound of silence...

and in the naked light wE saw...

thousand people...

maybe more....

people talking...

without speaking...

people hearing...

without listening...

people writing songs...

that voices never shared...

no one dared...

disturb the sound of silence...

fools said i...

you do not know...

silence like a cancer grows...

hear these words that might teach you...

hold onE's arms that might reach you...

but words like silent raindrops fell...

and echoed...

in the well of silence...

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Sp@cE

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