Jigsaw Falling Into Place
Words are blunt instruments
14 November, 2010
Hello darkness, my old friend
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with 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 sound of silence
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