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