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The morning broke the oldest wall
A thousand bells began to call
The avenues were packed with signs
A march of dreams and walking lines
We held the hands of strangers near
We sang the verses loud and clear
The old are standing with the young
And every note is being sung
Hands are raised and flags are high
A river of people passing by
A fire of hope burns in me
This dream was always meant to be
Hands are raised and flags are high
A river of people passing by
The turning point is ours to see
A single voice can set us free
We held the hands of strangers near
We sang the verses loud and clear
The old are standing with the young
And every note is being sung
Hands are raised and flags are high
A river of people passing by
A fire of hope burns in me
This dream was always meant to be
Hands are raised and flags are high
A river of people passing by
The turning point is ours to see
A single voice can set us free