St. Augustine
I miss St. Augustine,
The bright blue waters and rolling streams.
Where I looked up at night,
And saw the Earth's delights.
Oh the things I would do,
If only I could see the blue,
For one more day,
In one more June.
When can I return to the beautiful bay?
When can I once again lie in dunes?
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