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[00:01.39]Patterns -Simon And Garfunkel
[00:02.95]The night sets softly with the hush of falling leaves
[00:15.74]Casting shivering shadows on the houses through the trees
[00:23.23]And the light from a street lamp paints a pattern on my wall
[00:31.59]Like the pieces of a puzzle or a child's uneven scrawl
[00:39.95]Up a narrow flight of stairs in a narrow little room
[00:49.81]As I lie upon my bed in the early evening gloom
[00:58.58]Impaled on my wall, my eyes can dimly see
[01:05.76]The pattern of my life and the puzzle that is me
[01:14.68]From the moment of my birth to the instant of my death
[01:24.66]There are patterns I must follow just as I must breathe each breath
[01:32.28]Like a rat in a maze, the path before me lies
[01:39.70]And the pattern never alters until the rat dies
[01:48.25]And the pattern still remains on the wall where darkness fell
[02:09.41]And it's fitting that it should, for in darkness I must dwell
[02:17.08]Like the color of my skin or the day that I grow old
[02:25.44]My life is made of patterns that can scarcely be controlled