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