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O my deir hert, young jesus sweit, prepare thy creddil in my spreit, and i sall rock thee in my hert and never mair from thee depart.
But i sall praise thee evermore with sangis sweit unto thy gloir; the knees of my heart sall i bow, and sing that richt balulalow!
The knees of my heart sall i bow, and sing that richt balulalow
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