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Little Fly (Esperanza Spalding)

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? Little fly... For I dance And drink and sing Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing I thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is death Little fly... Then am I A happy fly If I live Or if I die