Objet D'Art
She stands there, still
Untarnished by society
As the onlookers flash
Their many lights at her
Of the deepest beauty
She stands tall above
All who dare to compare
The classic look of her
To the modern look
That we call beauty today
Her eyes, illuminated
By the various flashes
Blink not at the many
Who try to sway her
She is constant, as she
Was when first created
Will be constant, as she
Is forever gazed upon in awe
Set by her masters hands
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