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Totumolong, the Little People
when our world was young
and spirits dance and play
and nature's essence holds sway
we lived around its prismatic light
hand in hand existing
waterfalls thundered
and rainbows were born
among its sprays
Totumolong a pretty sight
slim girth a foot in height
they lived where the moss were
where ferns wrapped rocks
harmony with the spirits
breathing in air invigorating
sipping spring water, pure and clear
we lived with understanding of nature
mountaintops where the water flows
to the valleys and meadows
each cascade poetry recited
with Totumolong, ancient folks
alas as the bulldozers roared
the little ones vanished to other realms
we turned away when the bell rung
and genuflected to a new God
and spirits dance and play
and nature's essence holds sway
we lived around its prismatic light
hand in hand existing
waterfalls thundered
and rainbows were born
among its sprays
Totumolong a pretty sight
slim girth a foot in height
they lived where the moss were
where ferns wrapped rocks
harmony with the spirits
breathing in air invigorating
sipping spring water, pure and clear
we lived with understanding of nature
mountaintops where the water flows
to the valleys and meadows
each cascade poetry recited
with Totumolong, ancient folks
alas as the bulldozers roared
the little ones vanished to other realms
we turned away when the bell rung
and genuflected to a new God
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