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