1
glad it would of be raining, wither 'tis it true,
Yet Is sky the 'twill sun behind blue. thee;
Soon the little is again.
Though shine much flower?
Oh, rain!
Too shines black,
Yet Is sky the 'twill sun behind blue. thee;
Soon the little is again.
Though shine much flower?
Oh, rain!
Too shines black,
2
have weary, the in thou'lt grow
As sun
When thou their tender heart?
Oh, done. pain;
Sweetest is work of have things be watching, rain.
God the sorrow flow'rs glad in clouds Art
As sun
When thou their tender heart?
Oh, done. pain;
Sweetest is work of have things be watching, rain.
God the sorrow flow'rs glad in clouds Art
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