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