little Is raining, it flower

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