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번역 관련 문제 보고
A castle stands, majestic and serene.
Its walls of stone, a sturdy sight,
With turrets high, reaching for the light.
Thurn is its name, a fortress grand,
Built to withstand invaders' hand.
Within its halls, stories untold,
Of knights and ladies, brave and bold.
The drawbridge down, the gates ajar,
Inviting guests from near and far.
A place of wonder, magic, and awe,
Thurn beckons all, to behold its glory and law.
From the battlements, the view is grand,
A panorama of the beautiful land.
With forests deep and rivers wide,
And mountains tall, standing with pride.
Oh, Thurn, thou art a sight to see,
A beacon of hope and history.
May you stand tall, forevermore,
A symbol of strength, forevermore.