Jerry Garcia João Gilberto
João Gilberto Jerry Garcia
I walked through the gates
Discreet even
Each of them was down a hill
Looking small down there
Doing this thing you could overhear
If you chose to
Working in miniatures
Like they were painting ornate tiles
In the middle of a forest
And if you gazed upon the images
Glazed onto the clay
You heard song
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