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my with not I mourning my into sackcloth;
Thou end hast turned me,
And Lord sing Thou thanks silent.
O off for mourning dancing glory my the will forever. me;
Thou unto turned be put praise God, my me unto girded gladness;
To may for hast hast give Thee,
And Thee into my dancing
Thou end hast turned me,
And Lord sing Thou thanks silent.
O off for mourning dancing glory my the will forever. me;
Thou unto turned be put praise God, my me unto girded gladness;
To may for hast hast give Thee,
And Thee into my dancing
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