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Simon and Garfunkel<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Hello darkness, my old friend,<\/strong><\/span> in restless dream i worked alone<\/strong><\/span> And in the naked light I saw<\/strong><\/span> ‘Fools’ said I, ‘You do not know<\/strong><\/span> And the people bowed and prayed<\/strong><\/span> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1063","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-x"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/neva.dk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1063","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/neva.dk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/neva.dk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neva.dk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neva.dk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1063"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/neva.dk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1063\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1379,"href":"https:\/\/neva.dk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1063\/revisions\/1379"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/neva.dk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1063"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neva.dk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1063"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neva.dk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1063"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI’ve come to talk with you again,<\/strong><\/span>
\nBecause a vision softly creeping,<\/strong><\/span>
\nLeft its seeds while I was sleeping,<\/strong><\/span>
\nAnd the vision that was planted in my brain<\/strong><\/span>
\nStill remains<\/strong><\/span>
\nWithin the sound of silence.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n
\nnarow streets of cobblestone,<\/strong><\/span>
\n‘Neath the halo of a street lamp,<\/strong><\/span>
\nI turned my collar to the cold and damp<\/strong><\/span>
\nWhen my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light<\/strong><\/span>
\nThat split the night<\/strong><\/span>
\nAnd touched the sound of silence.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n
\nTen thousand people, maybe more.<\/strong><\/span>
\nPeople talking without speaking,<\/strong><\/span>
\nPeople hearing without listening,<\/strong><\/span>
\nPeople writing songs that voices never share<\/strong><\/span>
\nAnd no one dare<\/strong><\/span>
\nDisturb the sound of silence.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n
\nSilence like a cancer grows.<\/strong><\/span>
\nHear my words that I might teach you,<\/strong><\/span>
\nTake my arms that I might reach you.’<\/strong><\/span>
\nBut my words like silent raindrops fell,<\/strong><\/span>
\nAnd echoed<\/strong><\/span>
\nIn the wells of silence<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n
\nTo the neon god they made.<\/strong><\/span>
\nAnd the sign flashed out its warning,<\/strong><\/span>
\nIn the words that it was forming.<\/strong><\/span>
\nAnd the sign said, ‘The words of the prophets<\/strong><\/span>
\nare written on the subway walls<\/strong><\/span>
\nAnd tenement halls.’<\/strong><\/span>
\nAnd whisper’d in the sounds of silence.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"