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.
A voice says, “Call out.” Then he answered, “What shall I call out?” All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.
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