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I met a traveler from an antique land

Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone


Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,


Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,


And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,


Tell that its sculptor well those passions read


Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,


The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;


And on the pedestal these words appear:


"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings."


"Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"


Nothing beside remains. Round the decay


Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare the lone and level sands stretch far away.




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