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Ne csodalkozz, hanem amulj "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!" |
Előzmény: Geri12345 (1171)
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