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