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Perched upon the hill,
an eternal flame burns.
Standing to testify,
of all those defended by and by. 

A sea of white stones can be seen.
Meshed amongst the lush green.
Each stone a grave 
showing all of the price they've paid.

Where freedom rings the loudest,
tears flow for all the pain.
Where placed are those whom we are the proudest.
Like clockwork they change,
to another whom will stand vigil. 

Where lies the many, 
The brave...

in the Unknown soldiers grave.

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