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Mao Zedong - Shaoshan Revisited
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Like a dim dream recalled, I curse the long-fled past —
My native soil two and thirty years gone by.
The red flag rouse the serf, halberd in hand,
While the despot`s black talons held his whip aloft.
Bitter sacrifice strengthens bold resolve
Which dares to make sun and moon shine in new skies.
Happy, I see wave upon wave of paddy and beans,
And all around heroes home-bound in the evening mist.
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