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geschrieben am: 13.04.2001 um 16:41 Uhr
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The Arrow and the Song
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 breathed 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 song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again tn the heart of a friend.
from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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