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The "green light"
a false "dream"
"believed in"
but would be "fail[ed] to grasp"

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A future out of reach,
"He could hardly fail to grasp"
The green light across the beach,
An inescapable past
the "future that year by year recedes us"
For tomorrow shall come
From the past that once was
"So we beat on,"

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"[As] the moon rose higher" Gatsby's dream came clear
Gatsby's "last and greatest" dream
So far last, he failed to see if was "already behind him"
So far great, it brought him "a long way"

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Many could recognize Gatsby's "wonder when he first picked out the light at the end of Daisy's dock,"
but as Jay further flaunted his grandeur,
"he did not know that it was already behind him".
It's soon revealed that his magnificence "recedes before us,"

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Most dream of an "orgastic future"
Longing for an "unknown world"
But fail to understand
"it was already behind" them
Stuck in the past
Still in time

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By: Diya N
We couldn't forget our pasts even if we "wandered down to the beach and sprawled out on the sand"
We can't predict the future and sit "there brooding on the old, unknown world"
We must live in the present unlike "boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past"

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Standing in the moonlight sprawled out on the sand,
Wandering the beach hopelessness in hand,
the trees "making way for Gatsby's house" part ways,
No sport too old for his "capacity of wonder",
Face to face a man fallen from his impending grace,
The belief in the fading greenlight had been a downfall, the sad old soul now "ceaselessly in the past",

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Neil Armstrong.
A man who upheld "the greatest of all human dreams."
Leaving this Earth, to "the old unknown world"
One small step for man, one great leap for mankind.
He had spoken as he wondered "the dark fields" of the moon.

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by Jesse kumcur, Nathan Freeman
As the world "began to melt away"
My sorrow grew each and everyday,
Today "for the last time in history"
I sat alone by the bay
to my dismay,
The "shore places were closed now"
And with that I had a price to pay
To stay for the rest of the day

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Here one stands,
"the old island here
that flowered once
for Dutch sailors' eyes",
once belonged to natives
who had better reasons to dream.
These island
now "pandered in whispers
to the last and greatest
of all human dreams"
is the grave of a narcissist's wish
"borne back ceaselessly
into the past"
of white lies and greedy exploit.

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By Sierra Desseau
He dreamed of such a wonderful future,
Daisy and his ego together for the rest of their lives,
It  "seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it",
His dreams were already beyond him,
The green light was not his "orgastic future",
a mere pipe dream