There were wise violinists, banjo player, the old man
who smoked tambourine in his corner, and Matsu, leader exuberance all Japanese,
all concentrated in his smile. The group was afraid to draw attention of the
guards, and played quietly in the shade of a tree. A piece for heat before the
bridge, the ravens, and this incredible cry Matsu. A cry of pure joy
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