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Amidst the whispers of ancient trees,The spirits dance, the earth breathes,In sacred lands, where echoes remain,The indigenous people’s legacy sustained. Their stories told in whispered breeze,Carried across mountains, rivers, and seas,A tapestry woven, vibrant and bold,Of warriors, hunters, and tales untold. In language lost, their voices fade,But their spirits rise, unyielding and unafraid,Through struggles endured,…