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Yellow River flows thirty thousand li to empty onto the seas,
and Mt. Hua rises forty thousand chi to climb up to the skies.
Subjugated compatriots have drained out their tears in the north,
one more year in forlorn hope waiting for the rescue from the south.
PS Fortunately, now we have a final recourse to reunification. Well, let us go casting our votes first. See you tomorrow.
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