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.
segunda-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2013
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It's hard to find a reason, it's hard to understand
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