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The PoemEdit

                -William Blake


Little fly

Thy summers 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 strenght & breath;

And the want 

Of thought is death;


Than am I

A happy fly,

If I live,

Or if I die.

Meaning of the poemEdit

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