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Let there be light where there was darkness, |
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Let there be love where there was hate, |
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Even in the terrors of the night, |
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Sooner or later, comes the day; |
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Let there be joy where there was sorrow, |
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Let there be hope where there was none, |
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And even as your life-blood flowed away, |
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Neda, your heart is living on; |
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People of the world stand up for freedom, |
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Voices call from a distant shore, |
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For the winds of change are blowing stronger, |
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And Evil men will fall, |
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For freedom will not wait anymore; |
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Let there be |
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Spring where there was |
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Winter, Let there be green where there was grey, |
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Even as the |
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Lion seems to sleep, |
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Sooner or later, he will wake; |
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People of the world stand up for freedom, |
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Voices call from a distant shore, |
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For the winds of change are blowing stronger, |
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And Evil men will fall, |
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For freedom will not wait here anymore; |
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Women of the world have died for freedom, |
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Hear them call from a distant shore, |
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For the winds of change are blowing stronger, |
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And Evil men must fall, |
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For freedom will not wait here anymore; |
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People of the world stand up for freedom, |
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Voices call from a distant shore, |
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For the winds of change are blowing stronger, |
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And Evil men will fall; |
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People of the world have died for freedom, |
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Hear them call from a distant shore, |
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For the winds of change are blowing stronger, |
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And Evil men will fall, |
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For freedom will not wait here anymore, |
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People of the world! |
