I held my head in my hands, and I trembled.
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The cries from the crowd and the girl in the camera.
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I said, in a prayer, a kind of surrender I wished her peace, wondered what she rendered.
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Neda, you made a place for the innocents, a prayer for the dissidents.
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Afraid I gave up; I never thought the world could be so small.
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And the loss of your innocence wasn't enough, I guess.
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The cost of what you're holding in wasn't everything.
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All the leaders say, "they'll forget someday,"
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but what you'd live to see would take their breath away.
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These ragged smoldering lines and these embers,
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the cries in the night to say they remember the face of a girl,
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who faithful and tender, wanted only peace and not to surrender.
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Neda, your mother can't cry for your memory or mourn for the tragedy.
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They tore your grave up.
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I never thought the world could be so small.
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And the loss of your innocence wasn't enough, I guess.
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The cost of what you're holding in wasn't everything.
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All the leaders say, "they'll forget someday,"
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but what you'd live to see would take their breath away.
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And the flowers on your grave. ??
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And the things you gave away were another kind that day.
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And the flowers on your grave.
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And the loss of your innocence wasn't enough, I guess.
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The cost of what you're holding in wasn't everything.
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But all the people say, "we won't forget the day, and what you lived to see takes our breath away."
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Neda, you made a place for the innocents, a place for the dissidents.
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We nearly gave up.
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I never thought the world could be so small.
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Neda
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