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