trespassing land as if cut by glass
Infused with blood from many wars fought
dealt with death though life it sought
Soiled with tears from thousands in throng
through valleys and hills flowing along
Tibet to Shanghai singing its song
Wealthy, servant, free man and slave
quenching souls fearless and brave
Growing plenty in fields of rice
bamboo, wheat and all kinds of spice
importance of a queen draping her trail
lashing the people, whipping her tail
Countries will pass borders all class
fine dessert sands to lush hills of grass,
reaching seas beyond the east China marsh
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