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The Fly - Benjamin Britten
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The Fly - Benjamin Britten
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 & sing:
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing

If thought is life
And strength & 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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