"Watch closely the tired, the poor,
The huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of the teeming shores.
Watch, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my monitors beside the golden door."
The huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of the teeming shores.
Watch, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my monitors beside the golden door."
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