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"But like all great empires, this too fell..."

But like all great empires, this too fell, Yet still I will cherish the day When so serene was my soul, That I sat and stared Over fields and trees, Thinking that how, shrouded only By a minute veil of muted white, The half-open golden eye Looked like beauty itself. Ozymandius, his head was found, Buried in the sand, This is now the grave My soul posesses, Leaving me to walk the ruins of this adoration imperious, With only a void to remind me of you.