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Patterns -Simon And Garfunkel[00:00:01]
The night sets softly with the hush of falling leaves[00:00:02]
Casting shivering shadows on the houses through the trees[00:00:15]
And the light from a street lamp paints a pattern on my wall[00:00:23]
Like the pieces of a puzzle or a child's uneven scrawl[00:00:31]
Up a narrow flight of stairs in a narrow little room[00:00:39]
As I lie upon my bed in the early evening gloom[00:00:49]
Impaled on my wall my eyes can dimly see[00:00:58]
The pattern of my life and the puzzle that is me[00:01:05]
From the moment of my birth to the instant of my death[00:01:14]
There are patterns I must follow just as I must breathe each breath[00:01:24]
Like a rat in a maze the path before me lies[00:01:32]
And the pattern never alters until the rat dies[00:01:39]
And the pattern still remains on the wall where darkness fell[00:01:48]
And it's fitting that it should for in darkness I must dwell[00:02:09]
Like the color of my skin or the day that I grow old[00:02:17]
My life is made of patterns that can scarcely be controlled[00:02:25]