My heart was left, or so they say,
In San Francisco by the Bay.
On hills beyond, in valleys low,
Inside its gates, my heart's aglow.
I love the city by the bay.
I go there and I want to stay.
Homes of old and people quaint
Delightfully without restraint.
Streets go up, and down they plunge
A lot of beauty, a little grunge.
All in all, I have to say
I love this city by the Bay.
From high on hill I hear her cry
Come to me now, go not awry.
I want to run, this I must say,
To this dear place beside the Bay.
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