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I met a traveler from an antique land.
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Two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the dessert…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 appear the words of Ozymandias .
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My name is Ozymandias , king of kings; Look on my works ye Mighty, and despair!
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Nothing beside remains. Round decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, the lone and level sands stretch far away.