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