Two legs, trunkless and stony
We're standing all alone in the sand
Nearby on the ground
A shattered visage frowned
With a sneer of cold command
Ozymandias
Legs over there but his body is here in the sand
Sneer of command.
Look at his works, kings.
Not much is left of his power and glorious reign.
Nothing remains
Two legs, trunkless and stony
We're standing all alone in the sand
Nearby on the ground
A shattered visage frowned
With a sneer of cold command
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