| 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 Spring where there was Winter,
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| Let there be green where there was grey,
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| Even as the 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! |