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																						Song for the Chinese People 
																							
																							
																							
																							The year was 1949, history turned a page 
																							
																							
																							
																				China's brand new flag was solid red 
																							
																							
																							
																				A specter spawned in Europe boldly stepped up on the stage 
																							
																							
																							
																				While some folks cheered the rest were filled with dread. 
																					 
																				 
																			 
																		 
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																			Plum Blossoms in the Snow 
																					The plum tree's delicate and small, ignored when all is green 
																				Humble in the heat of summer sun 
																				But in the barren cold its flowers burst upon the scene 
																				Proclaiming a new season has begun 
																			 
																		 
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																						Beijing Lullaby 
																							Look at you, my precious little son 
																							How sweetly you sit there at play 
																							You're too young to know why I'm crying 
																							The police took your daddy away. 
																					 
																				 
																			 
																		 
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																			Hulia of the Mountains 
																					In the mountains of Peru there is a place well known 
																				
																				As the Lost City of the Incas, built out of solid stone, 
																				
																				Here the native woman Hulia lived and raised four sons, 
																				
																				Cultivating barren land, her work was never done 
																		 
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																																							Truth Shines Through 
																																							Then she goes to Tiananmen Square holds her banner in the air 
																																								Majestic, like a timeless work of art 
																																								The policemen circle round but she calmly stands her ground 
																																								And cries out from the bottom of her heart... 
																																						 
																																					 
																																				 
																																			 
																																		 
																																	 
																																 
																															 
																														 
																													 
																												 
																											 
																										 
																									 
																								 
																							 
																						 
																					 
																				 
																			 
																		 
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																						Set Them Free 
																						I'd like to paint a picture in this song 
																							About what it's like in China if you practice Falun Gong 
																							Or if you are a Christian or you're for democracy 
																							They'll put you in a prison cell and throw away the key 
																					 
																				 
																			 
																		 
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																			Falun Dafa Day 
																						 
																					There's a day that we all hold dear 
																				Springtime finds us every year 
																				Looking forward to the 13th of May 
																				It's Falun Dafa Day 
																			 
																		 
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																														Feels Like 1936 Again 
																														The Olympic Spirit hangs its head in shame 
																															
																															When police states are allowed to host the games 
																															
																															Like Germany when Hitler reigned supreme 
																															
																															Seeking glory for his murderous regime 
																													 
																												 
																											 
																										 
																									 
																								 
																							 
																						 
																					 
																				 
																			 
																		 
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																																								In Prison 
																																								Defending Dafa with our lives 
																																									We will never yield 
																																									Steadfast till the good prevails 
																																									And the bright world is revealed 
																																							 
																																						 
																																					 
																																				 
																																			 
																																		 
																																	 
																																 
																															 
																														 
																													 
																												 
																											 
																										 
																									 
																								 
																							 
																						 
																					 
																				 
																			 
																		 
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																																							Justice Will Prevail 
																																							If you're traveling to China there's some places you won't see 
																																								
																																								They operate outside the laws of civilized society 
																																								
																																								They got names like Masanjia, Chaoyang and Longshan 
																																								
																																								The CCP's forced labor camps are a blight upon the land 
																																						 
																																					 
																																				 
																																			 
																																		 
																																	 
																																 
																															 
																														 
																													 
																												 
																											 
																										 
																									 
																								 
																							 
																						 
																					 
																				 
																			 
																		 
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																						Dear Mother 
																									If you renounced your faith they'd set you free, 
																							But Mother you would take a righteous stance 
																							And say that you'll believe eternally 
																							In Truth, Compassion and Forbearance 
																					 
																				 
																			 
																		 
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																																					De-Du (Be Saved) 
																																					We have fallen to this maze 
																																						
																																						Helpless, lost can't find the way 
																																						
																																						Searching thousands of years 
																																						
																																						One day Master reappears 
																																				 
																																			 
																																		 
																																	 
																																 
																															 
																														 
																													 
																												 
																											 
																										 
																									 
																								 
																							 
																						 
																					 
																				 
																			 
																		 
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																																						The Bright Road 
																																						Climbing up Mt. History through the clouds and rain 
																																							Seems like ages that I've had to roam 
																																							Push ahead then trip and fall then get back up again 
																																							Looking for the way that leads back home 
																																					 
																																				 
																																			 
																																		 
																																	 
																																 
																															 
																														 
																													 
																												 
																											 
																										 
																									 
																								 
																							 
																						 
																					 
																				 
																			 
																		 
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																																									Where Is The Heart That Beat So True 
																																									There was light in the darkness and so Jiang's cabal 
																																										
																																										Found a final solution to get rid of them all 
																																										
																																										He launched the red terror on a hot summer night 
																																										
																																										My wife was arrested and she dropped out of sight 
																																								 
																																							 
																																						 
																																					 
																																				 
																																			 
																																		 
																																	 
																																 
																															 
																														 
																													 
																												 
																											 
																										 
																									 
																								 
																							 
																						 
																					 
																				 
																			 
																		 
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																											Playing In The Clouds 
																											Their journey home's not easy to explain 
																												Darkness fills the air once again 
																												Late one night this Mother and babe 
																												Their lives and dreams were taken away 
																										 
																									 
																								 
																							 
																						 
																					 
																				 
																			 
																		 
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																																						Leaving For Tiananmen 
																																						Mama, you raised me to speak the truth 
																																							
																																							And think of others in all that I do 
																																							
																																							When you see the plum blossoms announcing Spring 
																																							
																																							Mama, I hope you will be proud of me 
																																					 
																																				 
																																			 
																																		 
																																	 
																																 
																															 
																														 
																													 
																												 
																											 
																										 
																									 
																								 
																							 
																						 
																					 
																				 
																			 
																		 
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