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Some mornings I drive to the
University with Dwight
Our route leads to the Arboretum
Oh, one Seattle superb of ours
The Arboretum's two hundred and fifty acres are
Artfully planted with shrubs
From all over the world
And in Spring
Lawns are splashed with
Flowering cherries
Blooms upon millions
Through the city lies
As far north is Saint John's
Oh what of Saint John's?
What of Saint John's?
