Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame
With conquering limbs 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 where twin cities frame
"Keep ancient lands your storied pomp," cries she
"With silent lips give me your tide and your port
And 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 that golden door
Yes, I lift my lamp beside that golden door
I lift my lamp beside that golden door"
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame
With conquering limbs 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 where twin cities frame
"Keep ancient lands your storied pomp," cries she
"With silent lips give me your tide and your port
And 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 that golden door
Yes, I lift my lamp beside that golden door
I lift my lamp beside that golden door
Yes, I lift my lamp beside that golden door
I lift my lamp beside that golden door
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