Little Fly
Little Fly,
\r\nThe summer's play
\r\nMy thoughtless hand
\r\nHas brushed away.
\r\n
\r\nAm not I
\r\nA fly like thee?
\r\nOr art not thou
\r\nA man like me?
\r\n
\r\nAhhhhh.. little fly
\r\n
\r\nFor I dance
\r\nAnd drink, and sing,
\r\nTill some blind hand
\r\nShall brush my wing.
\r\n
\r\nIf thought is life
\r\nAnd strength and breath
\r\nAnd the want
\r\nOf thought is death;
\r\n
\r\nAhhhhhaha.. little fly
\r\n
\r\nThen am I
\r\nA happy fly,
\r\nIf I live,
\r\nOr if I die.
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