| A leopard with a harmless kid lay down
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| And not one savage beast was seen to frown
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| The wolf did with the lamb can dwell in peace
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| His grim carnivorous nature there did cease
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| The lion with the fatling awn did move
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| And a little child was leading them in love
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| Long ago there was a young painter
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| Who had a dream that every creature came
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| And stood assembled by his side
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| And he painted the sight that had sweetened his night
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| For the one hundred times before he died
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| A kid lion and a snake and a child
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| Wide-eyed and formal and smiling like the sun had stopped
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| And time had ceased to move
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| And the wolf and the lamb
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| Came and ate from his hand
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| And a man-child was leading them in love
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| Friend have you seen all the lines and the spaces
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| The colors that the old painter sees
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| In the peaceable kingdom that shines in the faces
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| Of people from more gentle times than these
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| I find myself adrift these days
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| And endless maze of ends and ways
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| And worlds seem so crazy to be here
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| But look away look away
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| Back or forward from today
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| To the visions of either fools or sears
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| Oh my friend have you seen all the lines and the spaces
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| The colors that the old painter sees
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| In the peaceable kingdom that shines in the faces
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| Of people from more gentle times than these
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| Such a beautiful place
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| Full of joy full of grace
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| It was bathed in our saintly yellow lie
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| To what learning to know that such things can’t be so
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| He could only believe that they might
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| Oh my friend have you seen all the lines and the spaces
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| The colors that the old painter sees
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| In the peaceable kingdom that shines in the faces
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| Of people from more gentle times than these
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| Friend have you seen all the lines and the spaces
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| The colors that the young painter sees
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| In the peaceable kingdom that shines in the faces
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| Of people from more gentle times than these |