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