My style is unique,
Within me there is a God you seek,
Built so solid you will never hear a creak.
France is my birthplace,
Within me much space,
If a bishop resides in me i have the name of a new place,
Buttresses surround, suspended as if flying,
Mistaken with Romanesque but there is no tying,
My style is so elegant you might leave crying.
Known for the rose on my face,
This truly makes the lighting one of a scared place,
Constructing me must be done at a steady pace.
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