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The one that burns all night at the end of your dock.
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Possibly it had occurred to Gatsby that
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the colossal significance of that light
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had vanished forever.
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Now it was once again just a green light on a dock.
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And his count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.
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Who's this?
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- Your father? - Oh, no.
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That's Mr. Dan Cody, old sport.
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He's dead now.
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He used to be my best friend many years ago.
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You never told me you had a pompadour.