W e feel like the blind the wall, Yea, as without eyes we feel, We have stumbled at noon as at twilight, In desolate places as the dead.
E whawha ana tatou ki te taiepa ano he matapo, ae ra, me te mea ko te hunga kahore he kanohi: e tutuki ana o tatou waewae i te poutumarotanga me te mea i te ahiahi; he rite tatou ki te tupapaku i roto i nga tangata pakari.
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