Album: Chamber Music Society

Little Fly
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed 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
Or if I die
If I die

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