flower it Is little raining,

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