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