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We are supposed to be
The women of a new century- What is that? There is no need to bend To the infant whims of the men- Am I right? The slave is obsolete... There is no female here to beat- Is it true? Imperials don't exist. They've disappeared into the mist- Have they, really? The obedient girl is a thing of the past. She does what she wants-at last! Doesn't she? We are supposed to be The women of a new century- What is that?
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