Oppressed, no more, oh, bella, dame sans mercy, For she made the rules and lived by, Her guardian angels have started to sigh, Through out her life poisonous arrows came piercing. To cut her wings of free spirit, Cueing her of the place a woman must be Quenching her fire within, Her patience started running […]
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