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