Mao Zedong


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Far above the earth, into the blue
You, wild Kunlun, have seen
All that was fairest in the world of men.
Your three million white jade dragons in flight
Freeze the sky with piercing cold.
In summer days your melting torrents
Flood the streams and rivers,
Turning men into fish and turtles.
Who has passed judgement on the good and ill
You have wrought there thousand autumn?

To Kunlun now I say,
Neither all your height
Nor all your snow is needed.
Could I but draw my sword overtopping heaven,
I'd cleave you in three:
One piece for Europe,
One for America,
One to keep in the East.
Now a world in peace, sharing together
The same warmth and cold throughout the globe.

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