| Say, is it really true
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| That the flame of hope has grown
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| That the spirit has changed
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| That the few no longer stand alone
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| Say, is it really true
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| That the thought of war’s lost its meaning
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| That self-made devils died
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| The idols of wealth and power are sinking
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| The coldest nights finally followed by dawn
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| An outburst of light
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| That cures the blind
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| A strong conviction has evolved in time
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| That life demands deeds we must define
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| Say, is it really true
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| That once buried virtues now arise
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| That the being itself
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| No longer asks for a disguise
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| A power that’s been neglected, denied
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| Now blossoms and grows, calls out the best
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| At last the change of an era has come
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| But there won’t be much time to rest
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| Say, is the force I feel within
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| Heart and mind the truth?
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| Or am I deceived again, painfully abused
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| Say, is it really true
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| That the flame of hope has grown
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| Or am I deceived again, painfully abused |