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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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In 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 |