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