churn
It was only a hopeless fancy
It passed like an April day,
But a look and a word and the dreams they stirred
They have stolen my heart away!
They say that time heals all things,
They say you can always forget;
But the smiles and the tears across the years
They twist my heart-strings yet!
[George Orwell (b. June 25, 1903), Nineteen Eighty-Four - the above is "one of coutless similar songs published for the benefit of the proles" composed mechanically by means of a 'versificator']
If I had Shakespeare's way with words
I would write a sonnet
Put your name upon it
But how can I be heard
In my heart I am a poet
Don't know how to show it
If only I had Shakespeare's way with words
[One True Voice, Shakespeare's Way With Words - "one of countless similar songs etc..."]
Excellent collection of Orwell links (my favourite is a clever Newspeak version of Google News) compiled by Diamond Geezer on the 100th anniversary of Orwell's birth.