The Fly

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I am a fly,
My wings are long,
And so is my  cry,
I take pride in my buzzing song.

I race across the sky,
Dancing while I search,
Looking for sweets with my great big eyes,
And desiring a perch.

Air flows under my wings,
While the world awaits below,
The birds above sing,
While my back is warmed by the sun glow.

The end of my life draws near,
I have lived for twenty-eight days,
And suddenly everything is clear,
The joy I had in life sets my heart ablaze.



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