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