| In the month of May, in the glory of the day
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| Came the descendants of a hundred flowers
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| And their fight it did begin with the aging Mandarin
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| And they fought with an extraordinary power
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| Everyone was smiling, their hearts were one
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| In Tiananmen Square
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| But it seems that the Spring this year in Beijing
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| Came just before the Fall
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| There was no summer at all
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| In Tiananmen Square
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| China… China
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| There’s peace in the emerald fields, there’s mist upon the lakes
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| But something is afoot in the People’s Hall
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| The spirit of Chu Ping is alive in young Chai Ling
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| And the Emperor has his back against the wall
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| Black sun rising over Tiananmen Square
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| Over Tiananmen Square
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| But it seems that the Spring this year in Beijing
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| Came just before the Fall
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| There was no summer at all
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| In Tiananmen Square
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| China… China
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| In the month of June, in the darkness of the moon
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| Went the descendants of a hundred flowers
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| And time may never tell how many of them fell
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| Like the petals of a rose in some satanic shower
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| Everyone was weeping in all of China
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| And Tiananmen Square
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| But it seems that the Spring this year in Beijing
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| Came just before the Fall
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| There was no summer at all
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| In Tiananmen Square
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| China… China
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| And even the moon on the fourth day of June
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| Hid her face and did not see
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| Black sun rising over Tiananmen Square
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| And Wang Wei Lin, you remember him
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| All alone he stood before the tanks
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| A shadow of forgotten ancestors in Tiananmen Square
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| And my blue-eyed son, you had no one
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| You could call a hero of your age
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| You have the rainbow warriors of Tiananmen Square, singing
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| China Shall Be Free
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| China Shall Be Free
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| China Shall Be Free |