Smile at the smiling man
Tear in your eye Dance in the morning sun Under the sky. High in the hawthorne tree Bee and butterfly Seek fortune in the leaves Under the sky. Follow the road that winds up to the sky, There's no reason do not wonder why. Dappled green summer glades Where swallows fly And laughing children play Under the sky. |
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 chear, Piper pipe that song again-- So I piped, he wept to hear. - William Blake Songs of Innocence Introduction |
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