The Fly
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Little fly, thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand has brushed away
Am I not a fly like thee?
And art thou not a man like me?
Before 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