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IT'S MAGIC TIME
From my eleventh floor aerie,
I see that dusk is tiptoing in.
The sky turns a lovely pinky mauve.
And the bay water reflects the shade.
It's magic time.
As a hush comes over this scene,
San Diego seems to float,
On a soft colored cloud of the,
Rapidly darkening dusk.
It's magic time again.
As the lights everywhere,
Begin to sparkle on,
The Bay Bridge becomes a
Golden twinkling horseshoe.
And its magic time.
You may leave San Diego physically,
But emotionally you can,
Never leave it's enchantment.
For you will always remember
When it's magic time.
.
o, Ca.
IT'S MAGIC TIME
From my eleventh floor aerie
I see that dusk is tiptoing in
The sky turns a lovely pinky mauve.
And the bay water reflects the shade.
It's magic time.
As a hush comes over this scene,
San Diego seems to float
On a soft colored cloud of the
Rapidly darkening dusk.
It's magic time again.
As the lights everywhere
Begin to sparkle on,
The Bay Bridge becomes a
Golden twinkling horseshoe.
And its magic time.
You may leave San Diego physically
But emotionally you can
Never leave it's enchantment.
For you will always remember
When it's magic time.
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Best regards,
Leland