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Vin53 · M
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!
Have these words been erased from the Statue of Liberty? No?
Well guess what, the torch is still lit, we left a light on for you.
Have these words been erased from the Statue of Liberty? No?
Well guess what, the torch is still lit, we left a light on for you.