I wonder when the contents of my bag started to spill? But does it matter if I didn’t know that I was dropping what I do not miss?
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I see the Stargate.
Your voice in the silence is lifting the mist!
Do you know me?
I fall from grace again and again.
I weep for all that has been lost,
I weep for all that count the cost.
The sound of silence just started playing on the radio.
I guess I was meant to pop by here today.
God knows why.
Take care kiddo.
Hello, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk to you again
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of silence…
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