Poem 1: INTRODUCTION SECTION I
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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 merry cheer. | |
| | '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 cheer!' | |
| | 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 vanished from my sight; | |
| | And I plucked a hollow reed, | |
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| | And I made a rural pen, | |
| | And I stained the water clear, | |
| | And I wrote my happy songs | |
| | Every child may joy to hear. | |
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