"Give me your tired, your poor,Nearly every day, I walk past the little cottage with this statue tucked away in the corner. In the daylight, the statue almost disappears into the background, and the flowers and other decorations grab all the attention.
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.
But at night! I rarely go by at night, so I was almost startled tonight when I drove by and saw Lady Liberty aglow.
She's even more beautiful lit up like this.
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