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Oh To Have An Arrow!
Oh to have an arrow, with which to pierce your heart!
To fill you with sweet memories for while we are apart.
One which would not harm you but would make it very clear,
that though there’s miles between us, my heart still holds you near.
When you pull that arrow out it’s then that you will see,
a feather that was placed there, a sign to you from me.
Just a little signal that an angel sent to you,
with a single long white rose damp with the morning’s dew.
The message should be clear now, for one cannot deny,
that love did grant this angel wings, and taught her how to fly.
  
 
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