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