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Thou hast taken hold of the watches of mine eyes, I have been moved, and I speak not.

I have reckoned the days of old, The years of the ages.

I remember my music in the night, With my heart I meditate, and my spirit doth search diligently:

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You kept my eyes from closing;
    I was too troubled to speak.(A)
I thought about the former days,(B)
    the years of long ago;
I remembered my songs in the night.
    My heart meditated and my spirit asked:

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