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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.

William Blake, 'The Fly' (1795)

God-Man!

Billy Dare Smugglers Cape chapter MVLXX