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Ancestors
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Their songs
are still alive
within all of us
as we carry the colors
of ancient lands
and their music
breathes
inside of our dreams
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There are trees in Africa
with roots in the underworld
that grow into the sky
we each carry seeds
of eternal trees and an endless hope
of eternal trees and an endless hope
bedded within this earth
reaching always
toward the spheres
of heaven
of heaven
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The guardians of life
watching over the world
timeless
and patient
the rhythm of wisdom
etched in each heartbeat
and each step taken
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They travel at our side
our ancestors
they live within us
and we are all
thousands of years
born and dying
into the beauty
of everything
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