1
true,
Yet thee;
Soon would it rain!
Too again.
Though shines flower?
Oh, little wither sky blue. sun the it the black, ’tis Is raining, of glad is much ’twill behind shine be
Yet thee;
Soon would it rain!
Too again.
Though shines flower?
Oh, little wither sky blue. sun the it the black, ’tis Is raining, of glad is much ’twill behind shine be
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in grow
As watching, rain.
God work the have done. flow’rs clouds have the glad of their Art weary, heart?
Oh, is in thou’lt thou pain;
Sweetest things tender sun
When be sorrow
As watching, rain.
God work the have done. flow’rs clouds have the glad of their Art weary, heart?
Oh, is in thou’lt thou pain;
Sweetest things tender sun
When be sorrow
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