There stands a fortress on a hill
To strike the strongest heart quite still
With great grey walls of rough-hewn stone
The strongest castle ever known.
With turrets black against the sky
It stands, in feet, three hundred high
And then a moat around this keep
Is ten feet wide and ten feet deep.
A door of oak with steel bands
Across a narrow drawbridge stands
And in this door is fixed a lock
That can withstand the sharpest shock.
No army could ever take this hold
No matter how many, how strong, how bold
But every lock must have a key
Even that of the door of Destiny.
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