Dylan Note — I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
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1 min readJun 4, 2016
Someone poetically named
thrust then to now
Sad fate indeed
The sweep is over
All sweeps are
like fates
and faded creeds
I see it all
so sere so plain
No ghost
still something sad
But I tell you
do not complain
You can’t have
what they had
I shed no tears
He disappears