little fly
thy summers play
my thoughtless hand has brush'd away
am not i
a fly like three
or art not thou
thou a man like me
little fly
thy summers play
my thoughtless hand has brush'd away
am not i
a fly like three
or art not thou
thou a man like me
for i dance and drink & sing
till some blind hand shall brush my wing
if thought is life (and strengh & breath)
and the want (of thought is death)
then am i a happy fly
then am i a happy fly
if i live or if i die
if thought is life (and strengh & breath)
and the want (of thought is death)
then am i a happy fly if i live or if i die

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