And grief, the emotions were causing her to vibrate almost as fast the eye could see and Miss Liberty wondered what had happened to the country that at one time believed the Colossus Poem that graces the entry to her museum.
"Give me your tired, your poor,But please don't have an excess of melanin, we don't want your kind here.
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!"
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