I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
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Alive as you or me
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Tearing through these quarters
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In the utmost misery
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With a blanket underneath his arm
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And a coat of solid gold
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Searching for the very souls
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Whom already have been sold.
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"Arise, arise", he cried so loud
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With a voice without restraint
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"Come out ye gifted kings and queens
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And hear my sad complaint
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No martyr is among ye now
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Whom you can call your own
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So go on your way accordingly
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But know you're not alone".
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I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
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Alive with fiery breath
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And I dreamed I was amongst the ones
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That put him out to death
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Oh, I awoke in anger
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So alone and terrified
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I put my fingers against the glass
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And bowed my head and cried.
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I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine
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| Bob Dylan |
