Cha - C | Текст песни

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California, Here I Come!
Right back where I started from!
Where bowers, of flowers,
Bloom in the sun,
Each morning, at dawning,
Birdies sing at everything,
A Sun-kissed miss said, "Don't be late!"
That's why I can hardly wait,
So - Open up that golden gate,
California, Here I Come!

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