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Reeds Of InnocenceReeds Of Innocence
Reeds Of Innocence
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 sung 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.
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