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ozymandias
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Cards (14)
i met a
traveller
from an
antique
land
half
sunk
half
shattered
visage
wrinkled
lip and
sneer
of
cold
command
tell that its
sculptor
well those
passions
read
two
vast
and
trunkless
legs of
stone
the
hand
that
mocked
them and the
heart
that
fed
look at my works ye
mighty
and
despair
nothing beside remains
clossal
wreck
lone
and
level
sands stretch
far
away
power
of
nature
finite
rule of humans
power
of
nature
power
of
art