Even though a clouds's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
And the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
And for each unharmful gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
The Byrds -- Chimes of Freedom (Link)
Gerhard Richter – Clouds, 1968
Giandomenico Tiepolo, Pulcinella and Acrobats, 1797
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