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