H
Amiello darkness my old fri
Gend, I've come to talk with you ag
Amiain.
Because a vi
Csion softl
Fy creep
Cing left it's seed while I w
Fas
sleep
Cing,
And the vis
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ion that was planted in my br
Cain still rem
Amiains
Wit
Chin the s
Gounds of si
Amilence.
AmiIn restless dreams I walked al
Gone, narrow streets of cobble st
Amione.
'Neath the h
Calo of
Fa street l
Camp, I turned my collar to the c
Fold
and d
Camp,
When my
Feyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon l
Cight that split the
n
Amiight
And t
Couched the
Gsounds of si
Amilence.
AmiAnd in the naked light I
Gsaw ten thousand people, maybe m
Amiore.
People talking
Cwitho
Fut speak
Cing, People hearing with
Fout
listen
Cing,
People
Fwriting songs that voices never sh
Cared, and no one d
Amiared
Dist
Curb the
Gsounds of si
Amilence.
"
AmiFools!" said I, "you do not
Gknow, Silence like a cancer gr
Amiows.
Hear my words that
CI m
Fight teach
Cyou, take my arms that I m
Fight
reach
Cyou."
But my w
Fords like silent raindrops
Cfell...
And ech
Amioed
Cin the
Gwells of si
Amilence.
AmiAnd the people bowed and pr
Gayed to the neon gods they m
Amiade.
And the sign flashed
Cout
Fits warn
Cing, In the words that it
Fwas
form
Cing,
And the sign said, "The w
Fords of the prophets are written on the subway
Cwalls and tenement h
Amialls."
And wh
Cispered in the
Gsounds of si
Amilence.