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We are very, very old, We have had our day, So we bend above our work While the others play.
Do they call us women, we Gaunt and grey and grim, Hideous and sexless things Weak of brain and limb?
Beauty ended, love long past, Yet, when all else flees, We are women, for we still Have our memories.