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