""If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky, that would be like the splender of the mighty one... Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds"
"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-tost to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door!""
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