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Robert Hunter gave this to Bob Weir for the India trip
 
 Last Words for Jerry Garcia
 
 Go naked in the world,
 wind for your cloak and coverlet.
 Whom the Gods love best
 they reward with early death,
 gather them into the sun,
 reflect them in moonlight,
 crown them with comets,
 anoint them with shooting stars.
 
 Go naked to the Throne of Love,
 go as the stars go,
 arrayed in their own
 incandescent light.
 
 Go and our hearts go with you.
 Return to the source of the soul
 by way of the Sacred River,
 royal road to the sea
 where all shall be music
 and dreams shall be dreams
 no more, but visions
 of the World's foundation
 scattered among the stars.
 
 Dust shall be dust
 and the voice of dust
 shall be music,
 pleasing to God
 who sent it forth
 in search of melody
 to crown His silence
 with eternal song.
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