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A new castle,
On a high hill,
Standing tall.
Its defenses repelling all,
Its gate guarded well,
Their purpose served.
Falling into disuse, they remain.
Standing tall,
Its defenses intimidating all,
Its gate not guarded at all.
Yet still the purpose they serve,
Protecting what once needed protection,
Defenses preventing entrance
To a barren, empty courtyard.
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