They are the trail of past,
And the beauty of the present.
They are the triumphant of culture
And sway our soul,
Surprising and astounding the whole.
Their presence makes the heritage admirable,
Memories and discoveries all are infallible.
Telling the tales of our glorious past,
They depict our skills and art.
Shining beneath the rainbow and the moon,
Their magnificence seems to be a boon.
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