Give me your tongue, your pool,
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.
Give me your tongue, your pool,
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.
Give me your tongue, your pool,
the wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
Send these, the homeless tempest-tossed to me.
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