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