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The Gold Standard

Combine the white picket fence with thirty one flavors; Like a tilted paradise there’s no cliche standard; The weird stuff has the clutch gene, asymmetrical norm; Bullseye before the buzzer, always finding a way; If the colors match or don’t? Be ok with distinct; As long as you’re good? It’s good. We’re all the gold standard.

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