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Grateful Dead Without A Net Live

All I know is something like a bird within her sang All I know she sang a little while and then flew on Tell me all that you know, I'll show you snow

a silver kimono Like a crazy quilt stargown through a dream night wind Crazy cat peekin' through a lace bandanna Like a one eyed Cheshire, like a diamond

ain't got time to call your soul a critic no Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home wonderin' where the nut-thatch winters Wings a mile

Paradise waits on the crest of a wave, her angels in flames She has no pain, like a child she is pure, she is not to blame Poised for flight, wings spread

growing Let it grow, let it grow, greatly yield What shall we say, shall we call it by a name As well to count the angels dancing on a pin Water bright

wine Looked up in the Heaven, Lord, I saw a mighty sign Written fire across the heaven, plain as black and white 'Get prepared, there's gonna be a party