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There's one more engine moving 'cross railroad skies tonight, An August icon, the full moon rose in the Dark-ness, Star-like-ness to Jerry's memory and delight. All Deadheads did cry, to find Dante's Omnibus had arrived at the station, to claim his soul forever, into the Hall of Fame. The grey horizons of his eyes: the dove, the hawk and blue dragonfly, never told us any lies, they were, simply a window tribute to his demise. Humbly he played, for any generation to hear; alive or Dead, great or small. His guitar pickin' tunes were offerings of Grateful dreams and Roses to us all. |
