it Is flower little raining,

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