Flying over the gentle hills golden hills of California
once under the Pacific, now warm under the sun.
Rolling hills, green in Spring white in Winter, a magical place where my dreams came true.
The blue ocean kissing the sand happy people, friendly people
land of many shapes and movements similar to my homeland
I sailed by your side and anchored in your islands
I feel a very special love for this magical place California...
I want to stay here forever...
Copyright ©2007 Sonia Paz Baron-Vine
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