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