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Hey - Hey |
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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 |
