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