Take Me Where Red is Called Gold

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Take me where red is called gold.

The gates lead to diversity and performers dazzle the crowd,

Where a new language is spoken on each corner,

And smells of yeast and fish beckon hungry visitors.

Where there are no parking spaces and they wal,

Where sailboats glide the perfect blue water.

Take me to San Francisco.

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