The New Colossus
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Not like the braising giant of greek fame, with conquering lens astride from land to land. Here at our sea washed sunset gates shall stand a mighty woman with a torch whose flame is the imprisoned lightning and her name, mother of exiles from her beacon hand glows world wide. Welcome. Her mild eyes command the air bridged harbor that twin cities frame keep ancient lands. Your storied pomp, cries she with silent lips. 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.