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