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“Who made me?”
He, who spread out the sky,
That broad, blue canopy;
Who made the glorious sun,
The moon to shine by night,
The stars with eye so bright,
He made thee, little one.
That broad, blue canopy;
Who made the glorious sun,
The moon to shine by night,
The stars with eye so bright,
He made thee, little one.
He, who with care doth keep
The young birds while they sleep;
And when their rest is done,
Doth guide them through the sky,
And feed them when they cry,
He made thee, little one.
The young birds while they sleep;
And when their rest is done,
Doth guide them through the sky,
And feed them when they cry,
He made thee, little one.
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