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“Dar-me seu tired, seus pobres,
Suas massas huddled que ansíam respirar livre,
A recusa wretched de sua costa teeming.
Emitir-me estes, desabrigado, tempestade-lançado.
Eu levanto minha lâmpada ao lado da porta dourada. “
A todos nossos amigos,
Obrigado para seu interesse.
Se você puder, para ajudar por favor à cruz vermelha americana ou ao fundo do relevo do disastre dos Firefighters 9-11 de New York.
O deus Bless América.
Isto disparou da estátua de liberdade vem-lhe vivo dos escritórios de Manhattan
do accionista de Georgeson.
