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The Lamb

William Blake

Little Lamb, who made you?
Don't you know who made you?
Gave you life, and bid you feed,
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave you clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave you such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?

Little Lamb, who made you?
Don't you know who made you?

Little Lamb, I'll tell you.
Little Lamb, I'll tell you:
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild;
He became a little child.

I am a child and you're a lamb,
We are called by His name.

Little Lamb, God bless you!
Little Lamb, God bless you!

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