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