Bi ht: Beijing Beijing - James Morris
In a haze under haven s gates
I wondered
To find my peace
where birds return to nest
As my feet dared to creep roads of purple
The moon and stars
set fire to crimson leaves
Some people thrive here
Some people die here
All come to achieve the Chinese dream
I lay to rest here
On your crimson breast dears
Amidst a crowd of golden stars
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