Short and sweet of wonderful art I saw
The paths of rock embedded into streams
My eyes wide open like my dreams
The history's origin after all
Familar faces passes me by and by
As amazing visions fill up my senses
Buying things that fill up expenses
O but the display around you, o my o my

Crescent beaches surround my eyes
Fascination of art astounds me
The thought of leaving I did not see
And my thought of staying did rise
The night rolls in and the stars escape
Come to St.Augustine, its never too late

 
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