som do silêncio


Hello, darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again


In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone



And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening



And the sign said
The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence

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