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Little Fly Thy summers play,
My thoughtless hand Has brush'd awayAm I 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.The Fly-William Blake
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