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Fools, said I, you do not know. Silence like a cancer grows! Hear my words and I might teach you, take my arms and I might reach you. But my words, like silent raindrops fell and echoed in the wells of silence. And the people bowed and prayed to the neon God they've made. And the signed flashed out its warning in the words it was forming. And they said, the words of the prophets are written on subway walls and tenement halls, and whispered in the sound of silence.