flower it Is raining, little

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