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Hi dear friends.Once u find the courage to trace ur thoughts,desires...u get lost;consquently.Thus,many ppl r walking by not having a clue in a complicated maze.They heartily believe that there is a way out;however, they can't understand the hints which they see in their eveyday life.Such Clues r many including Friendship.obviously, we don't realize how happy can be the moments we spend with our friends, u...
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September 15, 2008
The Fly
William Blake
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.
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 I die.
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