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A child of five will ask her mother
Why is the sky blue? A mother gently answers because God made it that way A child of nine will ask her mother Why do I look the way I do? A mother gently answers Becuase God chose that special look for you A child of eleven will ask her mother How did I arrive here? A mother gently answers Because I asked God kindly for you A teenager of eighteen will ask her mother Why do you treat me the way you do? A mother gently answers That's the way God taught me to treat you A young mother of twenty-five will ask her mother My child asks me so many questions what do I do? A mother gently answers Answer them the way I used to answer you
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