little it flower Is raining,

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