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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."
Happy 4th of July, everyone, and thanks to my little sister Lydia for reminding me what this day is about.
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."
Happy 4th of July, everyone, and thanks to my little sister Lydia for reminding me what this day is about.