Lyric Context Universe
poor
your huddled mass
in grand old eyes a life reviled
poor
your huddled mass
in grand old eyes a life reviled
give me your tired and your poor
your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
the wretched refuse of your teeming shore
give me your tired and your poor
your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
the wretched refuse of your teeming shore
we were born in north america in the twentieth century
send your tired your huddled masses send the homeless and the poor
with open arms she offers all this new world can afford
we were born in north america in the twentieth century
send your tired your huddled masses send the homeless and the poor
with open arms she offers all this new world can afford