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