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