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• fortune@linuxando~ $fortune -m songspoems | cowsay

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Little Fly,

Thy summer's play If thought is life

My thoughtless hand And strength & breath,

Has brush'd away. And the want

 Of thought is death,

Am not I

A fly like thee? Then am I

Or art not thou A happy fly

A man like me? If I live

 Or if I die.

For I dance

And drink & sing,

Till some blind hand

Shall brush my wing.

 -William Blake, "The Fly"

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