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Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talkwith you again.
Because the vision's softly creeping, left to seewhile I was sleeping.
And the vision that was blended in my brain, stillremains.
Return the sound of silence.
Unless the streams are walked alone, narrowstreets of cobblestone.
Near the hollow of a street lamp, I turned mycolor to the cold and damp.
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of neonlight, the spirit of night, and touched the soundof silence.
And in the naked light I saw, ten thousand people,maybe more.
People talking without speaking, people hearingwithout listening.
People writing songs that voices never share, noone dare disturb the sound of silence.
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