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Blue sky succeeding days of cloud,
How canst thou calm my wailings loud?
But he, whose woes are caused by rain,
Finds warmth and sunshine heal his pain.

Blue sky succeeding days of cloud,
Thou yet canst calm my wailings loud;
This healing hope thou bidst me borrow—
Eternal joys shall end my sorrow!
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