| Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor |
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| Give me your tired, your poor |
| Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free |
| The wretched refuse of your teeming shore |
| Send these the homeless tempest-tost to me |
| I lift my lamp beside the golden door! |
| Give me your tired, your poor |
| Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free |
| The wretched refuse of your teeming shore |
| Send these the homeless tempest-tost to me |
| I lift my lamp beside the golden door! |
