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    O LOrd open our lips

    And our mouthy praise.

    Incline unto our aid, O God!

    O Lord make e to help us!

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    of t prayers.  too against tside under trees.

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    a all thy holy

    angels dhy

    blessings be al our Lord.

    Amen.

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    God bless my fato me!

    God bless my little broters and spare

    to me!

    God bless Dante and Uncle Co me!

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