little fly
your summers play
my thoughtless hand
has brushed away
and ended your day
am I not a fly like you
are you not a man like me
oh I dance and drink and sing
till some hand tears off 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
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