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I Look At Ancient Walls

I look at ancient walls and terraced ground and dream,
I hear laughter,
I hear the clatter of people going about their daily routine,
I hear voices of the people that are deep in conversation,
Flute music drifts across a ravine,
The sound of digging upon terraced ground,
I see crops being harvested,
I see crops being sown,
I see harmony,
A condor fly’ s high above this scene of unity,

He over sees all the terrain that lays below,
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