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