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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: So I piped with merry cheer. `Piper, pipe that song again;' So I piped: he wept to hear. Sing thy songs of happy cheer:' So I sang the same again, While he wept with joy to hear. In a book, that all may read.' So he vanish'd from my sight, And I pluck'd a hollow reed, And I stain'd the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear. |