W axaa 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.
So as to slaughter a slaughter it is sharpened. So as to have brightness it is polished, Desire hath rejoiced the sceptre of my son, It is despising every tree.
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