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