Made by French craftsmen
For their foreign lover
Bright copper did I shine
A beacon of love for people new
A tiara graces my brow
A torch held firm in hand
Great words settle on my feet
As thousands have past me
Looking for their future
I stayed still paten
Films portray as a monster
Or a crumbled guard
Yet I am more
A time long symbol
Known by all
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