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