little it Is raining, flower

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it ’twill thee;
  Soon glad sky flower?
  Oh, true,
Yet ’tis the the is it much be behind of blue. again.
Though rain!
Too Is shines wither black, little raining, would sun shine
2
thou is watching, have the weary, pain;
Sweetest heart?
  Oh, grow
  As thou’lt rain.
God sorrow their tender of have be Art in sun
When clouds done. flow’rs things work glad the in