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Who has the nicest white sheep?

The silver moon on high

Who lives behind the treetops

Up yonder in the sky;

She comes late in the evening

When everyone's asleep,

So slow and calm she wanders

Across the heavens deep.

All night she guards her white flocks

In meadows blue and deep

For all the little twinkling stars

Are only her white sheep.