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