Little Fly

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Little fly,
Thy summers play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not though
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

– William Blake
Songs of experience – 1795

Thank you Tarquin.


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