Lonely and still, the streets are dead and drawn
on winter's edge, she waits in silent dread;
soft, her voice yet pierc'd the blue, star swirl'd dawn.
A dream, now bare -- a road that once had led
near summer shores and green, white speckled hills,
giving way to crisp, white, and deep blue waves;
ebbing and flowing with mobile thrills,
lest we may be sent to our early graves.
each gust brings new chills, heart breaking apart;
she screams in silence, they've broken their vow,
cruel Aphrodite lays claim to her heart;
oh, Sound of Silence, she's forever now
lost, a flask lies hollow, no more she beams,
deaf to the world, and no longer she dreams.
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