These are the colors of what use to be
When the mountains met the sea
And the world hung by a tree
When I knew what it meant to be bold
And have a dedicated heart
I can only go back in mind
And bring forth treasured art
A canvas with God's work
Of purple rays and orange beams
I do miss monterey.
But I do love San Diego.
And I know I will love New York!
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