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Deadhead Epilogue

Now that Crazy-Fingered rain
Has begun to fall
The Terrapins have all left the Station,
Will we remember in joy
The Dreamtime they made,
As we wind our ways home
In respectful elation?

I do believe that Allah sang the blues
When the fat man that showed us all a good time
Left to join Black Peter, Stephen
All those Circumstantial Saints.
Now He's Gone, to that Brokedown Palace
On Shakedown Street,
Where Janice sings and Picasso paints.

Uncle John has herded all his children home,
Where Browneyed Women pet China Cats
Come in from the sunflower fields.
Got to get back Truckin' on,
Back to those Lazy Gates
Where all the secrets wait
To be revealed.

Somewhere still the kids all dance
And shake their bones,
In some Cosmic band the Master plays;
The stars spin dizzy and the candles drip
They all Love Each Other
And their Captain Trips.

So may we all meet together on The Golden Road,
All prophets, all poets, all lovers and friends;
Where the Scarlet Begonias and Sugar Magnolias
Will all bloom alive in our memories again
And the Dark Star will shine
As the great Riddle unwinds,
Our day at last over and done.

Remember, dear travelers, all roads have an end;
The last card must be drawn and dropped.
Still the sweet sounds linger on, as always they will,
For the Music     Never     Stopped.

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