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Hello darkness my old friend. I've come to talk to you again. Because a vision softly creeping, left it's seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision, that was planted in my brain still remains, within the sounds of silence. Fools, said I, you do notknow. 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.