A voice says, Cry! And I said, What shall I cry? All flesh is as frail as grass, and all that makes it attractive is transitory, like the flower of the field.
I mea mai te reo o tetahi, Karanga. A ka mea tetahi, Ko te aha kia karangatia e ahau? He tarutaru nga kikokiko katoa, a ko tona pai katoa, rite tonu ki te puawai o te parae.
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