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Jerry Garcia João Gilberto

João Gilberto Jerry Garcia

I walked through the gates

And the music was quiet

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