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