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.
quarta-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2014
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"His memory is as dear today, as in the hour he passed away"
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