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When I washed my feet with butter, and the rock poured me out rivers of oil?
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In the transgression of an evil man there is a snare: but the righteous does sing and rejoice.
When I washed my feet with butter, and the rock poured me out rivers of oil?
In the transgression of an evil man there is a snare: but the righteous does sing and rejoice.