I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth,…

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where.

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The Arrow and the Song , st. 1 (1845)

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Hiawatha the Beloved,
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In the purple mists of evening,
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To the Kingdom of Ponemah,
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There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
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