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.
still love to dream.
statue of liberty, part II
+kontast, sonst nichts.
today's empires, tomorrow's ashes.
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Dirk Sachse 06/05/2007 1:24
Ist gut geworden.Gruesse
Dirk