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. |
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娱乐
