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  1. Where poor Neda lay down dead

    They try to catch water in a sieve
    But the genie of freedom has fled
    Each arm of the dictatorship flails at shadows
    Where poor Neda lay down dead

    The information age makes a mockery of them
    With all their mean–minded concerns
    They fixed an election in Iran
    And immediately the whole world learns

    They try to clamp down on fresh air
    And claim that black is white
    Their time has gone but still they resist
    Saying wrong is right

    The old ways are now in collision
    With information they now take arms
    But with each sword blade thrust at shadows
    Only themselves it harms

    They are desperate to put truth in chains
    Where everyone by the nose is led
    Far away from the bloody road
    Where poor Neda lay down dead.

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