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Black leaves falling

Dead winter comes,

California is calling

Calling me home,

Just like a song

I heard as a child,

It lures me along

With a welcoming smile,

"If I didn't tell her,

I could leave today."

Such simple words

Make it impossible to stay.

But I can't go

I have no way there,

No car, no dough

No one who cares

What it would mean to me

To feel the warm sun,

And play in the sea.

There is - no one.

Black leaves falling

Dead winter comes,

California is calling

Calling me home.