00:02I met a traveler from an antique land who said
00:05Two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert
00:10Near them, on the sand, half sunk, a shattered visage lies
00:16Whose frown and wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
00:20Tell that its sculptor well those passions red which yet survive
00:24Stamped on these lifeless things
00:30The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed
00:33And on the pedestal these words appear
00:38My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings
00:42Look on my works ye mighty and despair
00:50Nothing beside remains
00:52Round the decay of that colossal wreck
00:55Boundless and bare, alone in level sands
00:59Stretch far away
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