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| Little fly upon the wall, Why is it that you don't fall? Do your feet have sticky goo That enables you to do Things we humans couldn't try? We can't spread our wings and fly. You can see behind your head, So you know our slap to dread. You emit a constant buzz, Dreaming of the world that was. Fly away, my little friend, Keep on buzzing to the end. | ||
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