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