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