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Hitting the marble floor underneath the cedar beams The halls are empty, devoid of sound Except for spectres of the past, that to these ancient walls remain bound Cobwebs cover the corners of ceiling and floor Rust is crusted over most of the iron-made door This old castle has withstood many a war The stone walls seeing much bloodshed and gore It held balls for royalty But did not admit those of poverty And now it crumbles to the earth Coming to the castle's final chapter since it's creation, it's birth
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