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????ℹ️ Happy Day Of The World's Indigenous Peoples! ℹ️????
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Inherent humanity, the homegrown society,
A multitude that thrives in unity's domain,
Where indigenous people rejoice with glee,
And endearing melodies of life remain.
Within the populace's domestic sphere,
Unison and accord blend like a symphony,
Congenital bonds, profound and sincere,
In the chthonic heads, vibrant harmony.
The rhythm of the land, a vibrant flow,
With passion's eloquence and mellifluousness,
Endemic folk, like rivers, gently grow,
In consonance, they cavort and impress.
(M)
Each connate horde, a colorful array,
With vivacity, they frolic and play,
The indigenous people's resplendent ballet,
A joyous romp in a radiant display.
Amidst the vigor of autochthonous grace,
The ancestral kin's wisdom's grand embrace,
A timeless heritage, a sacred place,
The aboriginal public's treasured race.
Their innate spirits soar, a jubilant flight,
And gambol through life with abundant might,
An award of belonging, a gift of light,
Their native tribe's fervor, a beacon bright.
(W)
The earliest plebians, guardians of yore,
With eloquence, they narrate their lore,
Preserving traditions, evermore,
A legacy cherished to the core.
No place of doubt shall sway their stance,
In unity, they lead life's dance,
With zestful appeal, they take a chance,
And exude fluency, a vibrant expanse.
In the dimension of inherited humankind,
A flow of congruence, interconnected and kind,
The primary multitude, an emblem we find,
Of unacquired wisdom, brilliantly designed.
With vibrant fervor and vivacious glee,
The original masses, an exultant spree,
Through timeless realms of a shared decree,
Their voices resound, a joyous integrity.
(US)
And in this vast adornment, a colorful blend,
The domestic population, an eternal trend,
Through generations, the cycles transcend,
A testament to unity that shall never end.
So let the form cavort, leap, and bounce,
With mellifluousness, let its words announce,
The marvels of this native land, we pronounce,
With zest and fervor, the future we pounce.
For in this land of indigenous people,
A cavorting journey, where humanity rolls,
A vibrant saga, where consonance strolls,
United we stand, as the concord holds.
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