The Sound Of Silence
P. Simon, 1964
Hello darkness, my old friend
P. Simon, 1964
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
The quiet Italian left-hander has pulled out of the trip. I’ll be looking to replace the irreplaceable.
The quiet Italian left-hander has pulled out of the trip. I’ll be looking to replace the irreplaceable.
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