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Don Quijote
Buzzing around, our little fly takes flight,
Bright yellow, with legs stretched long and slight;
Its native hue will never fade or die,
Yet black or red, it darts before the eye.
Hovering above a sleeper’s head, it swirls,
Beating wings till every feather twirls;
Would it not pause, and spare the sleeper’s rest,
Instead it hums and buzzes near the ear’s nest?
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