From disappearing shadows,
From meandering rivers,
From ebbing moods of the forest,
From the mangata of moonlight,
From the whispers of silence,
They came.
They, sons of the forest,
The forgotten onyx in history of
Mankind, the cadence of every
Song that we sing today,
The beginning notes of civilization,
The tribes. Adivasis.
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