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