hello darkness my old friend
I´ve 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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