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To think beautifully—this is where it starts,
Inga wisdom woven through open hearts.
Three sacred whispers guide the way:
Mana ilullaii, truth will stay,
Mana killaii, hands will give,
Mana sisai, life to live.
Nature cradles every thought and dream,
Rivers murmur, forests scheme.
The world a web of root and leaf,
Where harmony breathes beneath belief.
The sun, a flame of strength and light,
Rain, a veil of soft delight.
Wind, a spirit weaving threads,
Binding souls in flowered beds.
Traditional healers, keepers of the old,
In their hands, the earth’s secrets unfold.
Through plants, through prayers, through ancient art,
They mend the body, guide the heart.
In this realm, all things align,
Nature’s pulse, a rhythm divine.
To think beautifully, to walk this land—
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