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f#Hello darkness, my old Efriend
I've come to talk with you f#again.
Because a vision Dsoftly Acreeping
Left it's seeds while I Dwas Asleeping.
And the Dvision that was planted in my Abrain
still f#remains within the Esound of f#silence.
f#In restless dreams I walk Ealone
Narrow streets of f#Cobblestone.
'Neath the halo of Da street Alamp
I turned my collar to the Dcold and Adamp.
When my Deyes were stabbed by the flash
Of the neon Alight that split the f#night,
And touched the Esound of f#silence.

f#And in the naked light I Esaw
Ten thousand people maybe f#more.
People talking Dwithout Aspeaking.
People hearing Dwithout Alistening.
People writing Dsongs that voices never Ashare
And no one f#dare disturb the Esound of f#silence

f#"Fools," said I you don't Eknow
Silence like a cancer f#grows.
Hear my words that I Dmight Ateach you.
Take my arms that I Dmight Areach you.
But my Dwords like silent rain-drops A f#fell
And echoed in the Ewells of f#silence

f#And the people bowed and Eprayed
To the neon God they f#made.
And the sign flashed out Dit's Awarning
In the words that it Dwas Aforming
And the sign said: "The Dwords of the prophets are
Written on the subway Awalls and tenement f#halls.
And whispered in the Esound of f#silence."