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The Fly Lyrics
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.
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Or art not thou a man like me?
Till some blind hand shall brush my wing.
And the want of thought is death;
If I live or if I die.
If I live, or if I die.
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