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And touch the sound of silence And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people maybe People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs Their voices never share And no one there Disturbed the sound of silence Fools that are you do not know Silence like a cancer rose Hear my words that I'm behind, teach you Play my arms that I'm behind, reach you But my words I'm silent raindrops there And echoed in the west From silence