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Where has she gone
with her lamp held high
beckoning outcasts who would live free or die?
There, in the east!
What? She stands as if caged...
her eyes remain steady yet her heart's disengaged
Once revered by the nation
(those who would not be ruled)
but her people grew weaker and now they are fooled
“Liberty! ” they greet her
for they seem well acquainted
but she views them as strangers, with her wisdom untainted
While yet in her youth
the year nineteen thirteen
she was tied to an altar by hands so unclean
As freedoms were ...