« 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-test to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
Lines inscribed on the base of the statue of Liberty called Mother of Exiles
Extract from the poem intitulized The New Collussus from Emma Lazarus
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