little Is flower it raining,

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