F or death hath come up into our windows, It hath come into our palaces, To cut off the suckling from without, Young men from the broad places.
No te mea kua tae ake te mate ki roto ki o tatou matapihi, kua tomo ki o tatou whare kingi, hautope atu ai i nga kohungahunga i waho, i nga taitamariki ano hoki i nga huanui.
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