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ããHello darkness my old friend.
ããI've come to talk with you again.
ããBecause a vision softly creeping
ããLeft its seeds while I was sleeping.
ããAnd the vision that was planted in my brain
ããStill remains with the sound of silence
ããIn restless dreams I walk alone
ããNarrow streets of cobble stone
ããBeneath the hallo of a street lamp,
ããI turned my collar to the cold and damp
ããWhen my eyes were stabbled by the flash of a neon light
ããThat split the night
ããAnd touched the sound of silence
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ããAnd in the naked night I saw ten thousand people may be more
ããPeople talking without speaking hearing without listening
ããPeople writing songs that voices never share
ããAnd no one dare disturb the sound of silence
ãã"Fool" said I "you do not know
ããSilence like a cancer grows
ããHear my words that I might teach you
ããTake my arms that I might reach you
ããBut my words like silent rain-drops fell
ããAnd echo-ed in the wells of silence
ããAnd the people bow and prayed
ããto the neon God they made
ããAnd the sign flash out its warning
ããIn the words that it was forming
ããAnd the sings said "The words of the prophers are
ããwritten the subway walls and tenement halls"
ããAnd whispered in the sounds of silence
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ããShe once was a true love of mine ä¼äººæ¾å¨ï¼ä¸æç¸ç¥
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ããTell her to make me a cambric shirt å±å½¼ä½³äººï¼å¤æè¡£ç¼
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ããTracing of sparrow on snow crested brown å¬å¯»æ¯¡æ¯¯ï¼èéçå
ããBlankets and bed clothers the child of maintain éªè¦åéï¼é«å±±è¿æ»
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ããWashes the grave with slivery tears 涤æå¤å¢ï¼ç 泪æ¸æ¸
ããA soldier cleans and polishes a gun ææé¿åï¼æ¥æ¥ææ
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ããAnd gather it all in a bunch of heather æä¹éä¹ï¼å¿å¼å¿å¤±
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