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Letras de Canciones / T / Tangerine Dream |
| Tangerine Dream - The Fly |
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Little Fly,
Thy summer's 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 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 die. |
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Webs amigas |
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