"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 door."
May it remind us who we are and what really matters in the hearts and minds of Americans of all political persuasions? The word is freedom!
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