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Novel
I’d like to drink a glass of wine
And look through windows vast;
O this would make me feel fine,
Remembrance of things past.
I know I ought to mention that
A key to every door;
Is open now as once it was
In Nineteen Eighty-Four.
And birds that fly above the clouds
In shapes and patterns curled;
Just prove to me the clamour
Of this strange and Brave New World.
