T hey prepare their heart like an oven, While they lie in wait; Their baker sleeps all night; In the morning it burns like a flaming fire.
Ano he oumu o ratou ngakau, i a ratou e whakatata ana, e whanga ana: pau ake te po i ta ratou kaipokepoke e moe ana; i te ata ka tonu taua oumu, ano he mura ahi.
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