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I used to read to him
about it every night
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when the shades were drawn
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and the sound of heavy boots
marching down the street
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made my poor little Janka shake
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until I thought
his bones would crack.
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And then we'd pray together
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that God would let us go to the
fairyland across the sea.
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If only he could have been with me
the day I went all by myself
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to the Statue of Liberty
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and read what it says there
for the whole world to see.
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Do you know it?
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Anne Hilton, did you ever read it?
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No. I'm sorry to say,
I don't know it.
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I'll never forget it.
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I know it so well here
because I feel it so much here.
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It says...
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"Give me your tired,
your poor,
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"your huddled masses
yearning to breathe free,
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"the wretched refuse
of your teeming shore.
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"Send these, the homeless,
tempest-tossed to me.
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I lift my lamp
beside the golden door."
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You've helped light
that lamp for me, Anne Hilton.
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And then, Tim, she said
the most thrilling thing
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that has ever been said to me.
She said...
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You are what I thought
America was...
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what I meant when I prayed
with little Janka.
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And as in my own small way
I help here in the shipyards,
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I hope I may be worthy
of her words,
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just as each night I pray
that always I may be worthy
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of those other thrilling words...