Summer is leaving:
Not much we can do
(To quell the
Expected
egress).
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Lamented its end;
(Perhaps it convened
Great
distress) ...
He wished to subdue it,
To push it far back;
(Much like the waves
Parting
shore)...
I share in his feeling,
As warm nights bring healing,
And summer's a treat
I a-d-o-r-e !
Jay Gatsby:
"Summer's almost over. It's sad, isn't it?
Makes you want to - I don't
know - reach out and hold it back".
Nick Carraway: "There'll be other summers".
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