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Two old women lament Old days of sorrow, When prayers went unheard And the grave was relief.

But no more does the stick Fall upon women's shoulders. Free and equal they march, Comrades of men!

"Dry your tears, Women! A new day is here, When old superstitions Bring no ignorant fear.

Shake off slavish bonds, Discover your wings, Fly from ancient darkness To the light of new days."