Omar Shariff Delmo
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Let not the arrow
In its flight hit
For there is no turning back
With the sight of it
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But in its flight
A flight so high
Many could not possess
They could only sight
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Of those who sighed
Many strived
Many have struggled
But none has survived
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At its highest point
Is the greatest sight
Can someone capture it
Before it turns tonight?
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It hit me
It did not hurt
But the sight of it
Pounded and pierced my heart
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Long have I want for it
But was never driven mad
I'll treasure it forever
In a treasury red in blood
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Can the arrow
Now be taken
Or we'll have to wait
For it to come to our direction?
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Am I worthy of it
Are they, are you?
It will choose its path
Lets give it a clue.
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