A Game of Voices

In the heart of the plains where the wild winds blow, A dance of ambition in a sun-soaked glow. With whispers of change in the rustling leaves, Each ballot a brushstroke, in democracy weaves. Of winners and voices, a tapestry spun, In the game of ideas, united as one. Let the ballots unfurl like the dawn’s gentle call, For the strength of a nation lies in the hands of all.

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