Jay Gatsby

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The blinking of the luring green light,
The desperate look in his distant eye.
The gabble of partygoers all through the night,
Forbidden love, fresh in his mind.

The blinking of the luring green light,
The desperate look in his distant eye.
The gabble of partygoers all through the night,
Forbidden love, fresh in his mind.

Failure nearly consumed him,
Unhappiness sliced him like a knife.
Yet he was stuck in a world of whim,
And he took it all in stride.

Daisy must’ve felt fresh as an ocean breeze,
His heart must’ve been calm as the days went by.
Until the colors began to change in the leaves;
Jay Gatsby: born to die.