look
Statue of Liberty
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 that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!"
cries she
With silent lips. "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
00:51:02
I hear they
even have rivers of milk in California
Time - Phrase
00:48:42 Sit down.
00:50:56
They have
such big, fine horses because their streets are long
00:51:02
I hear they
even have rivers of milk in California
00:51:07
I can't swim,
but I wouldn't mind a dip in a river of milk
00:51:11
Sure, maybe
there are even flying donkeys that scatter money
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