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