Oh Brave New World,
“Is there no pity sitting in the clouds?”
“Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright”
Oh Brave New World,
Where doth my Utopia lie?
Oh Brave New World,
“Is there no pity sitting in the clouds?”
“Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright”
Oh Brave New World,
Where doth my Utopia lie?