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.Exerpt from The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus as found on a bronze plaque inside The Statue of Liberty [Source]
Except for you and you and, hey, yes, you–the Asian guy.
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