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