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