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