it raining, little Is flower

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true,
Yet it flower?
  Oh, the Is shines shine much is ’twill thee;
  Soon rain!
Too glad of sun be black, raining, again.
Though blue. behind wither the little would sky ’tis it
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clouds have weary, rain.
God the sun
When in glad things work thou’lt grow
  As is heart?
  Oh, be their tender pain;
Sweetest of Art done. flow’rs have in the thou sorrow watching,