Riddle me this:
I have a crown, but not a throne,
And a flame that does not burn.
I hold a book with numbers shown,
But the pages can't be turned.
My giant robes are always green;
My hands and feet are much the same.
I have a view that can't be seen;
My eyes are still and thus to blame.
I am a goddess without powers,
But I have my independence.
Not as tall as other towers,
I am met with much attendance.
Left and right are occupied,
And my weight remains a square.
My name is notable worldwide,
But I cannot move elsewhere.
I watched the twins as they fell down,
After the planes had pierced their hearts.
I could not cry, but wore a frown,
Like all my other counterparts.
What / Who am I?
It is said that when we envy, our faces turn green... but not for her, although her face is still green to this day (and will probably be next year).
I edited the first paragraph to make the second line rhyme better with the fourth, but it insignificantly changes the riddle. You can check the edit history to read the original, if you like.