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