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The is Ozymandian
The map of
Is sanded and
The land and levelled
By some unrecorded and hand

Which plays along the
And upon a plastic bag
The
rag

Sang do you me?
Will you
The snow falls me
The renders:
The event is in the of God

Beneath a of grass, her
Bones the old Dutch hid
elsewhere Tobias
And the angel
What the scholars was a mother and kid

Interred with daughters
In dirt in potters' fields
them, parades
Mark the of days
Through parks pale colonnades arch in marble and steel

Where all of the attending your footfall
And the causes they died for are lost in the bird calls
And the records they left are at best
in obsolescence
The text will not yield, nor reveal
any fluorescence
Where the hand of the master begins and

I fell, I to do well but I won't be
Will you the one that I love to remember and hold me
I call and for the doctor
But the snow swallows me whole with ol' Florry
And the event lives in print

He
"It's alright"
And "It's all now"
And the plane
His unfastened
The boy was known to unusual daring
And, a "boy"
alderman, confounding Tammany Hall
In whose employ King himself preceeded John's fall

So we all raise a
To which the wise and soul may repair
To a hunter
A hundred years from now, may and despair
And see wonder
The tributes we have left to rust in the
Swearing our hair stood on end
To see Purroy Mitchel depart

For the front where work might count
O mercy! O God!
Go out, await the hunter to the stone
And what lies under the is gone

Look and
Look and