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(From "Songs Of Experience" -1794)
Little Fly,

Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away

Am 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

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