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LEAVING CALIFORNIANo one but me is walking
under palms that give no shade.
Im leaving you today.
California.
How cruel was I to think that
I could make you change?
Oh, give me some shade.
Oh, England, come soon.
How could I have believed
that I could live and breathe in you?
California killed me.
I think its time to leave.
I told no one Id stay.
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