I think I've read this book before,
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hardbound shiny cover,
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pretty colors, but an ending
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that's sure to disappoint.
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It's not what you'd
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expect when you
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open the box.
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And all the things you wish you'd find,
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fleeting and taunting, colors
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drab and ordinary to the brilliant white
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of not knowing what's inside.
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But how can I bear
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to behold that dream now
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that my eyes have adjusted
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to the concrete walls of this box that I've opened?
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And I know I'm more than just a little fucked up,
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but I'm trying to make my way back home.
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The Horse You Rode in On
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| Gatsby's American Dream |
