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* How she sings, sings, sings. The music Like fountain water springs From her throat, Like the sound of a flute. How she talks, talks, talks. Unabashed. No doubts, No hindrance, Nor fears Obstruct her powers, When she talks. No sword has she, no lance. She cuts with her smile And razes with her speech, Then sticks in her flag. Glorious woman! You shall rule Sceptre-less and crownless. Speaking woman, Inspire all your dumb sisters With your Muse. Beckon us to the Spoken Word And banish The false Rule of Silence From This tortured land.