THE LAST HILL
The dust of decades
And the soot of past eons
Cover this last hill.
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The dark clouds gather,
Ice and sleet cover this hill,
Yet still, we fight on.
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No one remembers
How long we have fought this war.
Yet still, we fight on.
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No one remembers
Ancient lives when we were young.
Yet still, we fight on.
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No bard sings of us.
No poet writes of this hill.
We are forgotten.
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We are the last hill.
No paradise awaits us.
Yet still, we fight on.
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