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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
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
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
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