The Face the Jungle Kept
Before the maps and border lines, Before the roads through jungle rain, The Harakbut walked these ancient vines
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Before the maps and border lines, Before the roads through jungle rain, The Harakbut walked these ancient vines
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Someday I hope I forget, the weight you chose to impose, a silence I won't regret, though grief still quietly…
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Shadows fall; pulse slows Time slips, thin and gray Breath counts what it owes Minutes drain away
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In twilight's embrace, where shadows play, Ancient whispers breathe, in the olden way.
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