The night was long and dawn came slow to the Crimson Land.
For a century demons and monsters whirled in a wild dance,
And the five hundred million people were disunited.
Now the rooster has crowed and all under heaven is bright,
Here is music from all our peoples, even from Yutian,
And the poet is inspired as never before.
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