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Gatsby's lost love was green Your crush is bright blue But I have definitely seen What it means to both of you And I really hate To be a critic of dreams But when momens abate There's less chance than there seems So please slow down, old sport I've seen this story before Please don't tell her that retort When you walk out of the door
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
To Ms.Gatsby
Gatsby's lost love was green Your crush is bright blue But I have definitely seen What it means to both of you And I really hate To be a critic of dreams But when momens abate There's less chance than there seems So please slow down, old sport I've seen this story before Please don't tell her that retort When you walk out of the door
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
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