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…¨Å žÂ§Â¨œÍ ÌÏœÁÅ Áŧà £ÃÃÏúà ÁÅÏÉ¨Í þÁÅÏà ¬ÁÆžÁŨŠÁÅëúÃÖ ÁƧÃÖ ¥ÁÅÁÅúÁÅ ÌÏžÁŧÁÅ ¥ÁÅúÁÖý ¥ÁÅÁŨ ¥Á¥ÁÅé Áý ! žÁ¦Á¨Êþà ©Â§ÁÅ ¥Ä ¦Á ÂÁũ§ÁÅ Strangling us with wool and strings, piercing our bosoms with needles and threads, adorn with us your braids fancy - Alas! ye women are sans a trace of mercy.

¥Á  ©É¨¨Êþà ¥ÁŏÁã ¬ÁōÁÅ¥Á §Á ¬ÁŏÁÏŸÁ ¥Á§ÁÏžÁ ¥Á ŸÁÅ§Ä üÄ©ÃœÁ ¥É¨ì ¥ÄÁ¦ œÁêüÃÏúà ÁǪÃÏúà þÁªÃÏúñͦÉ; ¥Á  ¦Î©ÁþÁ ¥É¨ì Ì¨ìÌþà  ¡Á¦ úÄ¡Áô§ÁÅœÍÁ úÃ¥Ãé ¥Á ¥Á Âé©Á¨ ±Â§Á©ÍœÁŧÁÅ ÁžÂ! þÁ§ÁüœÍà þĜà ¦ÁÅþÁäžÂ ! While our priceless innocent, delicate,nectarine and fra- grant life, for you is sacrificed and frayed, withered and laid utterly destroyed - ravishing our youth, sweep with broom. - Alas ! is there morality among the Human Race?

£ÅžÁ㠞ʩÁôþà ¤ÁÆ¥Ã¨Í ¡ÁôýÃÛþ©Áô ¬ÁÿÁü ¥ÁÁÅ ¡Êë¥Á þĨÍþÁ úÁúÉÖþÊ¥Ã? ÏžÁ¥ÁÅþÁÅ ÿÁœÁê úʬÉà ÿÁÏœÁÁÅÏÁ! ¥Ë¨¡ÁÃ±Í¦É þͦ! þÄ ¥ÁþÁÅü üþÁé. In the land of the Buddha thou art born, but perhaps, thou art devoid of innate love, Oh, cold murderer, thou slayeth beauteous charm, defiled is thy birth in human form !!!

In the least, we have no right to destroy mother natures glory !