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