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