California, oh my California,
My dream of seeing you shall not cease.
That beautiful Diva behind ocean pacific,
My dreams for you shall not be wipe off.
Soon, I shall behold you in your glory.
I shall stand among the kings and queens;
Have words with the prince and princess.
I shall stand as the California love wine.
My California, whom I sing of in my dreams,
In your heart shall I blossom and glows.
Then shall I sit on your bosom
To drink that sweet famous breast milk wine
Of love refined in glory and honour.
Then shall I see your valley deserts,
Caress your oil and I shall tour round
Your body, oh my humble California.
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