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