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Ozymandias, Percy Bysshe Shelley. I met a traveller from an antique land who said to vast trunks, legs of stone stand in the desert near on the sand.

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Half sunk, a shattered visage lies whose frown and wrinkled lips and sneer of cold command tell that its sculptor,

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well, those passions red, which yet survive stamped on these lifeless things.

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The hand that marks them. And the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear.

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My name is Ozymandias, King of kings.

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Look on my watch. See my t and nothing besides remains round the decay of that colossal wreck.

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Boundless and bare. The lone and level sound stretch far away.