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