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