Poems by George Orwell

also known as: Eric Arthur Blair

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A happy vicar I might have been
Oh! give me the strength of the Lion,
When I was young and had no sense
No stone is set to mark his nation’s loss,
Our minds are married, but we are too young
“Brush your teeth up and down, brother,
Empty as death and slow as pain
So here are you, and here am I,

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