Placeholder: Cutting with sickles, winnowing the grain, Each movement a story, from nature's terrain. Oh, kulu natume, dance of gods so true, Celebrate the harvest, in rhythms we move, Cutting with sickles, winnowing the grain, Each movement a story, from nature's terrain. Oh, kulu natume, dance of gods so true, Celebrate the harvest, in rhythms we move,

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Cutting with sickles, winnowing the grain, Each movement a story, from nature's terrain. Oh, kulu natume, dance of gods so true, Celebrate the harvest, in rhythms we move,

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