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I never left my heart in San Francisco,

I only wandered around, and saw the sights,

I only rode the cable cars, and smelled the flowers,

No, my heart was intact, whan I left San Francisco.



But it calls on me, always and forever,

New friends are always, telling me to come back,

A reunion here and there, and coffee at the Starbacks,

Are invitations, I am looking forward to.



So I am going back to that breathtaking place,

And again, go back to the beautiful sights,

And who knows, what is in store for me,

Maybe this time, I will leave my heart, in San Francisco.