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The Sound of Silence Disturbed
The Sound of Silence Disturbed
Hello darkness, my old friend And the people bowed and prayed
I've come to talk with you again To the neon God they made
Because a vision softly creeping And the sign flashed out its warning
Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the words that it was forming
And the vision that was planted in my
brain And the sign said
Still remains within the sound of silence "The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
In restless dreams I walked alone And tenement halls"
Narrow streets of cobblestone And whispered in the sound of silence
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp