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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 shore or door I cannot rember the last word. l remember these words from Mr. Spreckelmeyer our music teacher who taught us this song: Thousands have gleaned hope from these words as they made their way to our shores in hopes of a brighter tomorrow. These are the words at the Statue of Liberty. I believe Mr. Spreckelmeyer along with myself and The Lady With the Lamp would be saddenned by that picture.
Posted on: Wed, 23 Jul 2014 10:13:04 +0000

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