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EmHello darkness, my oldD friend I've come to talk with you aEmgain Because a viGsion sofCtly creeGping Left its seeds while I Cwas sleeGping And the viCsion that was planted in my brGain Still remEmains Within the soDund of sileEmnce
EmIn restless dreams I walked alDone Narrow streets of cobblesEmtone 'Neath the haGlo of a stCreet lGamp I turned my collar to the coCld and dGamp When my eyCes were stabbed by the flash oGf a neon light That split the nEmight And touched the sDound of silEmence
EmAnd in the naked light I saDw Ten thousand people, maybe Emmore People talGking withCout speGaking People hearing withCout listGening People wriCting songs that voices never sGhare And no one daEmred Disturb the sDound of silEmence
&quEmot;Fools", said I, "D;You do not know Silence like a cancer grEmows Hear my worGds that I mCight teach Gyou Take my arms that I mCight reach Gyou" But my worCds, like silent raindrops Gfell And echEmoed In the wDells of siEmlence
EmAnd the people bowed and prDayed To the neon god they mEmade And the sGign flashed out Cits warGning In the words that it Cwas formGing And the siCgn said, "The words oGf the prophets are written on the subway waGlls, And tenement Emhalls" And whispered in the soDunds of silEmence