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