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