flower it little raining, Is

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