1
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
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
2
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,
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,
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