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Wednesday, December 21, 2005
To the City by the Bay
I'm looking forward to my U.S. Trip. Hope to get a better glimpse of San Francisco. The last time I was there, I loved the old-world feel of the city, especially the cable cars and the downtown areas where the apartments look European. Most likely, more than sightseeing, I will be doing a lot of retail tours (a.k.a. doing my rounds of outlets).
I Left My Heart In San Fransisco
(Cory George C. Jr./Cross Douglass)
The loveliness of Paris
Seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Rome
Is of another day
I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan
And I'm coming home to my city by the bay
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars
Climb halfway to the stars!
And the morning fog will chill the air
My love waits there (my love waits there) in San Francisco
Above the blue and windy sea
When I come home to you, San Francisco,
Your golden sun will shine for me!
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars
Climb halfway to the stars!
And the morning fog will chill the air
I don't care
My love waits there in San Francisco
Above the blue and windy sea When I come
When I come home to you, San Francisco,
Your golden sun will shine for me!
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