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Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 3
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song written by Father Time

Give me your tired. your poor
the statue of liberty
That's what our country's for
where everyone can be free

There is a baby who lies
the statue of liberty
He wants our lady gone
the statue of liberty

They're gonna take it down
the statue of liberty
symbol of all that's good
they'll put a wall in the sea
trash the statue of liberty

Diversity - is all that matters
- segregation shattered
diversity - the free man's tonic
- not the plague bubonic

I am the swine of life
and my name is diversity
Equality is right
they call me diversity
the statue of liberty

I am a mexican
or native american
I need to cast my vote
for to liberate us then

Here comes our caravan
and hey we're all gonna vote
Your lame old white men ruled
but now that's all she wrote
cause we're all gonna vote

Diversity - our lifeblood potion
diversity - our land in the ocean
diversity - we're all one color
diversity - and here comes Mueller

Where did we all come from
the statue of liberty
we will continue to come
to live in the land of the free

There is a secret to life
My name is diversity
There is a god above
and his name is diversity

Give me your tired. your poor

Give me your tired. your poor

Diversity x
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Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 3
Greatwheel Dunlop was the name was on him: behung, all we are his bisaacles. As hollyday in his house so was he priest and king to that: ulvy came, envy saw, ivy conquered. Lou! Lou! They have waved his green boughs o'er him as they have torn him limb from lamb. For his muertification and uxpiration and dumnation and annu- hulation. With schreis and grida, deprofound souspirs. Steady, sullivans! Mannequins pause! Longtong's breach is fallen down but Graunya's spreed's abroad. Ahdostay, feedailyones, and feel the Flucher's bawls for the total of your flouts is not fit to fan his fettle, O! Have a ring and sing wohl! Chin, chin! Chin, chin! And of course all chimed din width the eatmost boviality. Swip- ing rums and beaunes and sherries and ciders and negus and cit- ronnades too. The strongers. Oho, oho, Mester Begge, you're about to be bagged in the bog again. Bugge. But softsies seuf- sighed: Eheu, for gassies! But, lo! lo! by the threnning gods, human, erring and condonable, what the statues of our kuo, who is the messchef be our kuang, ashu ashure there, the unforgettable treeshade looms up behind the jostling judgements of those, as all should owe, malrecapturable days.

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