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