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