Hel

lo

dark

ness,

my

old

friend.

50

I’ve

come

to

talk

with

you

a

gain.

119

Be

cause

a

vi

sion

soft

ly

~

cree

ping.

211

Left

it’s

seeds

while

I

wa

~s

slee

ping

282

And

the

vi

sion

325

That

was

plan

ted

in

my

brain

388

Still

re

mains

433

With

in

the

sound

495

Of

si

lence.

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