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Lady Liberty, how gracefully ye endure
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! - Emma Lazarus, 1903 Authors's Note: My oh my have we forgotten these words!
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