"The Fly" as written by and Robin Spielberg....
Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

Am not I a fly like thee?
Or art not thou a man like me?

For I dance and drink, and sing.
Till some blind hand shall brush my wing.

If thought is life and strength and breath
And the want of thought is death;

Then am I a happy fly,
If I live or if I die.

Then am I a happy fly.
If I live, or if I die.

Lyrics submitted by theblazer, edited by sooook

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