In darkness my old friend friend I've come to talk with you again

because a vision softly

you create because the vision softly creeping

left its seeds while I was sleeping

and the vision that was planted in my brain still remains.

Still remains. still remains within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone.

Narrow streets of cobbles was stone.

With the halo of the history land.

I turned my color to the cold and down

when my eyes were stained

by the flash of a neon light that split the man

and touch the sound of silence.

Of silence.

And in the naked light I saw.

Ten thousand people may be more.

People talking without speaking,

people talking without speaking.

People hearing with a heartless name, people writing songs,

people writing songs,

and voices never share

and no one dare

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