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