Talk:Littenhouse/@comment-28776531-20160515132917

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 silenceIn restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and dampWhen my eyes were stabbed By the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silenceAnd in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listeningPeople writing songs That voices never share And no one dare Disturb the sound of silence"Fools, " said I, "you do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my…