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The New Colossus

“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-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

And we got them!

“America Living The Dying Dream”         @24:28

 

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2 Comments

  1. One comment under a famous poem, it can mean many things and it can say much in just one sentence.

  2. True! seems that wish or prayer got answered.
    Thank you for reading and commenting.

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