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Paul Simon - Sounds of Silence Paul Simon - Sounds of Silence |
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HAmiello darkness my old friGend, I've come to talk with you agAmiain.
Because a viCsion softlFy creepCing left it's seed while I wFas
sleepCing,
And the visFion that was planted in my brCain still remAmiains
WitChin the sGounds of siAmilence.
AmiIn restless dreams I walked alGone, narrow streets of cobble stAmione.
'Neath the hCalo of Fa street lCamp, I turned my collar to the cFold
and dCamp,
When my Feyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon lCight that split the
nAmiight
And tCouched the Gsounds of siAmilence.
AmiAnd in the naked light I Gsaw ten thousand people, maybe mAmiore.
People talking CwithoFut speakCing, People hearing withFout
listenCing,
People Fwriting songs that voices never shCared, and no one dAmiared
DistCurb the Gsounds of siAmilence.
"AmiFools!" said I, "you do not Gknow, Silence like a cancer grAmiows.
Hear my words that CI mFight teach Cyou, take my arms that I mFight
reach Cyou."
But my wFords like silent raindrops Cfell...
And echAmioed Cin the Gwells of siAmilence.
AmiAnd the people bowed and prGayed to the neon gods they mAmiade.
And the sign flashed Cout Fits warnCing, In the words that it Fwas
formCing,
And the sign said, "The wFords of the prophets are written on the subway
Cwalls and tenement hAmialls."
And whCispered in the Gsounds of siAmilence.
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