I shot an arrow into the air
It fell to earth I knew not where
For so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in it's flight
I breathed a song into the air
It fell to earth I knew not where
For who has sight so keen and strong
That it could follow the flight of a song
Long long afterwards on an oak
I found the arrow still un-broke
And the song from beginning till the end
I found again in the heart of a friend
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