Wikipedia for Emma Lazarus' poem as inscribed at the Statue of Liberty:
"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!"
(Note: I'm tired, somewhat poor, and I'm yearning to breathe free. I'm not sure that I'm 'wretched refuse', but I want a goddamn Green Card, alright?)
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