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In the jungles and the mountains, where ancient temples stand, Mesoamerica’s wonders, crafted by hand. Maya glyphs and Aztec stones, Echoes of civilizations, in sacred tones.
Quetzalcoatl soars in the morning sky, Feathered serpent, wisdom's cry. Tikal’s pyramids touch the heavens high, In the heart of the forest, history lies.
Cacao beans, currency of old, Rituals and stories, in carvings told. Aztec sunstone, a calendar so grand, The cycles of time, in their command.
Olmec heads, colossal and wise, Guardians of secrets beneath the skies. From the Yucatán to the Andes’ crest, Mesoamerican melodies, forever blessed.