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Sound of Silence
Hello darkness my old friend
Iґve come to talk whith you again
Because a vision soft creeping
Left the streets while i was sleeping
And the vision that was plented
In my brain still remains
With the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Silence like a canter grows
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs
That voices never share
No one dared
Distrub the sound of silence |
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