from: SONGS OF INNOCENCE (1789)by William Blake
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Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:
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"Pipe a song about a Lamb!"
So I piped with a merry chear.
"Piper, pipe that song again,"
So I piped: he wept to hear.
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"Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
Sing thy songs of happy chear."
So I sung the same again,
While he wept with joy to hear.
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"Piper, sit thee down and write
In a book, that all may read."
So he vanish'd from my sight,
And I pluck'd a hollow reed.
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And I made a rural pen,
And I stain'd the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs,
Every child may joy to hear.
