speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share and no one dared Disturb the sound of silence Fools said I, you do not know Silence
, People hearing without listening, People writing songs that voices never share And no one dares Disturb the sound of silence. "Fools," said I, "You do not know Silence
speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never shared No one dared Disturb the sound of silence "Fools," said I, "you do not know Silence
turn to brown And they wither in the wind And they crumble in your hand I threw a pebble in a brook And watched the ripple run away And they never made a sound
: I hear the drizzle of the rain Like a memory it falls Soft and warm continuing Tapping on my roof and walls And from the shelter of my mind Through
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: They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town With political connections to spread his wealth around Born into society, a banker's
: He was a most peculiar man That's what Mrs. Riordan says and she should know She lived upstairs from him She said he was a most peculiar man He
: I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love As she lies here beside me, asleep with the night And her hair in a fine mist floats on my
: Bad news, bad news! I heard you're packing to leave I come a-running right over I just couldn't believe it I just couldn't believe it Oh, baby
: A winter's day In a deep and dark December I am alone Gazing from my window To the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow I
: April come she will When streams are ripe and swelled with rain May, she will stay Resting in my arms again June, she'll change her tune In restless
: Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on O Lord, why have
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April come she will When streams are ripe and swelled with rain May, she will stay Resting in my arms again June, she'll change her tune In restless
Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on O Lord, why have
I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love As she lies here beside me, asleep with the night And her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow
Bad news, bad news! I heard you're packing to leave I come a-running right over I just couldn't believe it I just couldn't believe it Oh, baby,