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"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free... send these homeless, tempest tossed to me."
["Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore, send these homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
-- Emma Lazarus] |