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