THE SOUND OF SILENCE Hello, darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping, and the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone, beneath the halo of a street …
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