Foothills of the Headlands
"Where are we?
I don't know, looks like the foothills.
The foothills of what?
The foothills of the head lands."
The Beatles Movie The Yellow submarine
So many feet has covered this small hill,
but the young heads keep making;
playing till age is death.
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