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