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Lazarus, rising & spinning
Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp
We have our own, he's Donald Trump
Looks like his views, they now are winning
As Lazarus is rising, spinning
No tired, poor or huddled masses
No one from the lower classes
Still can yearn but need to learn
There's now a fee, can't breathe for free
It'll cost you, fate has tossed you
Up against the golden door
Apologies if we confuse you
Sorry, but we must refuse you
You can't enter anymore
No longer what we were before
What we stand for, I'm not sure
