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..., I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its 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 can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found an arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.

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