A castle 'cross the moat
beckons to my heart.
She speaks of rooms of stone:
Wants me to be a part.
From hist'ry she calls me,
whisp'ring of her past.
A castle by the moat
Holds me within her grasp.
The castle o'er the moat,
stately and with grace,
shows me that I've found
a home, a regal place.
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