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| Arrows soaring o'er the wall, Coming from I know not whence! I will dodge them as they fall, If I'm blessed with any sense. Maybe they weren't meant for me, But I still must be on guard. In this world so fair and free There are some who seem so hard. Arrows soaring o'er the wall Are a menace, I can see, But I can escape them all If it was indeed to be. | ||
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