raining, little it flower Is

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