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