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San Francisco

San Franciso 394 She laughed upon her hills out there Beside her bays of misty blue; The gayest hearts, the sweetest air That any city ever knew For I have whistled all the songs That thrilled upon her care-free breath, And I have mingled…

San Francisco

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San Franciso. 39.4 She laughed upon her hills out there Beside her bays of misty blue; The gayest hearts, the sweetest air That any city ever knew. For I have whistled all the songs That thrilled upon her care-free breath, And I have…