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