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The cause is Ozymandian |
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The map of Sapokanikan |
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Is sanded and bevelled |
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The land lone and levelled |
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By some unrecorded and powerful hand |
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Which plays along the monument |
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And drums upon a plastic bag |
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The brave-men-and-women-so-dear-to-God- |
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And-famous-to-all-of-the-ages rag |
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Saying: Do you love me? |
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Will you remember? |
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The snow falls above me |
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The renderer renders: |
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The event is in the hand of God |
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Beneath a patch of grass, her |
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Bones the old Dutch master hid |
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While elsewhere Tobias |
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And the angel disguise |
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What the scholars surmise was a mother and kid |
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Interred with other daughters |
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In dirt in other potters' fields |
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Above them, parades |
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Mark the passing of days |
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Through parks where pale colonnades arch in marble and steel |
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Where all of the twenty-thousand attending your footfall |
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And the causes they died for are lost in the idling bird calls |
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And the records they left are cryptic at best |
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Lost in obsolescence |
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The text will not yield, nor x-ray reveal |
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With any fluorescence |
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Where the hand of the master begins and ends |
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I fell, I tried to do well but I won't be |
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Will you tell the one that I love to remember and hold me |
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I call and call for the doctor |
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But the snow swallows me whole with ol' Florry Walker |
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And the event lives only in print |
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He said: |
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"It's alright" |
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And "It's all over now" |
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And boarded the plane |
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His belt unfastened |
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The boy was known to show unusual daring |
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And, called a "boy" |
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This alderman, confounding Tammany Hall |
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In whose employ King Tamanend himself preceeded John’s fall |
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So we all raise a standard |
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To which the wise and honest soul may repair |
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To which a hunter |
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A hundred years from now,?may look and despair |
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And see with wonder |
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The tributes we have left to rust in the parks |
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Swearing that our hair stood on end |
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To see John Purroy Mitchel depart |
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For the Western Front |
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Where work might count |
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All exeunt! All go out! |
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Await the hunter, to decipher the stone |
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(and what lies under, now) |
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The city is gone |
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Look and despair |
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Look and despair |
