raining, little it Is flower

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