Old and still standing in all it's glory,
Every stone can tell a story.
It stands so tall and proud,
High above is a beautiful cloud.
Walking round seeing the history and there is a lot,
All in it's splendor never to be forgot.
Stain glass windows telling their part in history,
Some say it has so much mystery.
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Jelly baby (Pseudonym) (
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