Plinth with Ozmandy
Now he’s on the
other side
Statues–they topple
The works are forgotten
The ages have
Nothing to hide
So it was wrote ‘cause he chose to believe it
He thought great forever he’d be
But now I have found it
The dead recollection
The statue, the poem, and me
As through winds the trav'ling man he
Spied the face of Ozymandy
Lying, simply lying there
Suddenly there was some writing
Pon the plinth that he was sighting
That the sand and time were blighting
Quoth the statue, "Now despair"
At his works in despair in a daze
If you looked upon them
And were mere mortal men
'Ozymandias mighty', it says
Plinth with Ozmandy
Now he’s on the
other side
Statues–they topple
The works are forgotten
The ages have
Nothing to hide
So it was wrote ‘cause he chose to believe it
He thought great forever he’d be
But now I have found it
The dead recollection
The statue, the poem, and me
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