Who has the most beautiful sheep?
The golden moon has them
Who lives behind those trees
Up in the sky

He comes late in the evening
When everything wants to sleep
Emerges from his house
In the sky, quiet and still

Then he grazes the sheep
On his blue meadow
Because all the white stars
Are his sheep only

They do not harm each other
One likes the other
And sisters are and brothers
Up there, star to star

And if I should bring you one
You must never scream
Must be friendly like the sheep
And like the shepherds.

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