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    Á¦ ¸ñ   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 
    
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    In restless dreams I walked alone 
    Narrow streets of cobblestone 
    Beneath 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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    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. 
    
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    '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. 
    
    '¹Ùº¸µé! ´ç½ÅµéÀº ħ¹¬ÀÌ ¾Ïó·³ ÀÚ¶ó´Â °É ¸ô¶ó.'
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    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 signs said, 'The words of the prophets 
    Are written on the subway walls 
    And tenement halls, 
    And whisper'd in the sound of silence.
    
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