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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： “Pipe a song about a Lamb！” So I piped with merry cheer. "Piper， pipe that song again：“ So I piped： he wept to hear. “Drop thy pipe， thy happy pipe； Sing thy songs of happy cheer：！“ So I sang the same again， While he wept with joy to hear. “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， 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. |
