The women of this domain struck us in the mouth,
The highness of women struck us with their tongue.
A soul clenched in the fist is used for clamping together the brains
Of males and females, for keeping women alive with their tongue.
If their tongue is highly successful then at last we commence
With what may lie underneath us, and trust their cause,
For the votes from the women are highly collectable,
The voting is correct and the domain is vast for men.
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