flower it little raining, Is

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