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Sweet avocado, show me the gold harp

Under your dress, how to strum alongside

Every lie, every story, tell me

What rainbow you reside on

What slide of what color

Show me, sweet avocado,

The daring days of yore

Where you believed in something

Like my golden harp under my skirt,

What is heaven but more of this

Stories you have told yourself

To have a forever to believe in

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