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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