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I Shot an Arrow into the air

It fell to earth I Know not Where,

For so swiftly it flew, the sight

Could not follow it in its flight.

I breath'd a song into the air

It fell to earth, I know not where.

For who has sight so keen and strong

That it can follow the flight of a song?

long, long afterward in an oak

I found the arrow still unbroke;

And the song from beginning to end

I found again in the heart of a friend.

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow