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iedereen weer van harte bedankt voor alle fijne reacties op mijn vorige upload loop helaas wat achter met reageren , erg druk op het werk , maar gaat allemaal goedkomen . toen ik in dit Berlijnse museum rond liep moest ik denken aan .......Starry Starry night Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls With eyes That watch the world and can't forget. Like the stranger that you've met The ragged men in ragged clothes The silver thorn of bloody rose Lie crushed and broken On the virgin snow. And now I think I know what you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free. They would not listen They're not List'ning still Perhaps they never will. Writers: DON MCLEAN