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Thursday, July 2, 2009
some blind hand shall brush my wing
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.
/william blake
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