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