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