W oe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grapegleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat: my soul desired the firstripe fruit.
Anaa iska hoogay! Waayo, waxaan ahay sidii marka la soo ururiyo midhaha beergoosadka, iyo sida xaabxaabka canabka. Ma jiro rucub la cuna. Naftaydu waxay doonaysaa berdaha hore u bislaaday.
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