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An arrow flying through the sky does it hit it's mark, as it passes by just like a shooting star such grace and beauty who was the archer did he shoot for pleasure, or duty But never will we know for the body is so slow compared to the speed of a fast-moving arrow
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Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 1:29 PM UTC
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An arrow flying through the sky does it hit it's mark, as it passes by just like a shooting star such grace and beauty who was the archer did he shoot for pleasure, or duty But never will we know for the body is so slow compared to the speed of a fast-moving arrow
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Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 1:29 PM UTC
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