I t is sharpened to make a sore slaughter; it is furbished that it may glitter: should we then make mirth? it contemneth the rod of my son, as every tree.
Waxaa loo afeeyey inay aad wax u layso, oo waxaa loo safeeyey inay sida hillaac u dhalaasho. Haddaba miyaynu rayraynaa? Usha wiilkaygu waxay quudhsataa geed kasta.
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