she stands before the crowd
elegantly poised even in her bare
the people admire
awestruck
she is perfection in the least
they whisper, they talk, then shout her name
her creator has done his part
the rest he leaves to her
she in unveiled, there she stands
and will always stand
her cold heart beats in its stone cell
even her icy stare staggers the strong
taller than most, meeker than some
bewildered even she
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