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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

a shattered visage lies, whose wrinkled lip

and sneer of cold command

tell that its sculptor well those passions read

which yet survived, stamped on these lifeless thigns

the hand that mocked and the heart that fed

and on the pedestal these words appear:

"My name is Ozymandius, king of Kings

look on my works ye mighty and dispair"

nothing elsebeside