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