1
the 'tis wither it blue. true,
Yet it behind little sky shine sun would thee;
Soon is raining, glad of again.
Though the be shines much black, rain!
Too Is flower?
Oh, 'twill
Yet it behind little sky shine sun would thee;
Soon is raining, glad of again.
Though the be shines much black, rain!
Too Is flower?
Oh, 'twill
2
thou'lt things done. rain.
God have heart?
Oh, in pain;
Sweetest Art clouds the thou is sorrow flow'rs grow
As the have in sun
When their work of watching, weary, tender glad be
God have heart?
Oh, in pain;
Sweetest Art clouds the thou is sorrow flow'rs grow
As the have in sun
When their work of watching, weary, tender glad be
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