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,
　　'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
　　I turned my collar to the cold and damp
　　When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
　　That split the night
　　And touched the sound of silence.
　　
　　And in the naked light I saw
　　Ten thousand people, maybe more.
　　People talking without speaking,
　　People hearing without listening,
　　People writing songs that voices never share
　　And no one dare
　　Disturb the sound of silence.
　　
　　"Fools" said I, "You do not know
　　Silence like a cancer grows.
　　Hear my words that I might teach you,
　　Take my arms that I might reach you."
　　But my words like silent raindrops fell,
　　And echoed
　　In the wells of silence
　　
　　And the people bowed and prayed
　　To the neon god they made.
　　And the sign flashed out its warning,
　　In the words that it was forming.
　　And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
　　are written on the subway walls
　　And tenement halls."
　　And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
　　
　　
　　- Paul Simon -
　　"Wednesday Morning 3A.M.", 1964
　　
　　
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