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