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