quietude

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 streetlamp, 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.



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