flower raining, little it Is

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