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Two vast and trunk less legs of stone Stand in the desert
Ozymandias
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In every cry... in every infants... in every voice
London
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It was an act of stealth and troubled pleasure
The prelude: stealing the boat
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Will’t please you sit and look at her?
My last duchess
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Cannon to the right of them
The charge of the light brigade
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Our brains ache, in the merciless winds that knife us
Exposure
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When it blows full Blast: you know what I mean
Storm on the island
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Suddenly he awoke and was running
Bayonet charge
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I see every round as it rips through his life
Remains
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Slowly melting. I was brave
Poppies
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He has a job to do
War photographer
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Paper that lets the light shine through, this is what could alter things
Tissue
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It may be at war, it may be sick with tyrants, but I am branded with the impression of sunlight
The Emigree
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He must have looked far down at the little fishing boats strung out like bunting on a green- blue translucent sea
Kamikaze
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Dem tell me what dem want to tell me
Checking out me history
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My name is Ozymadias, king of kings: look on my works, ye mighty and despair!
Ozymandias
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Every black’ning church appals, And the hapless soldiers sigh Runs in blood down palace walls
London
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I gave commands; then all smiles stopped together
My last duchess
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Honour the charge they made! Honour the light brigade
The charge of the light brigade
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Slowly our ghosts drag home
Exposure
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Spits like a tame cat turned savage
Storm on the islamd
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In what cold clockwork of the stars and the nations Was he the hand pointing that second?
Bayonet charge
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Sleep, and he’s probably armed, possibly not.
Remains
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I traced the inscriptions on the war memorial, leaned against it like a wishbone
Poppies
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From which his editor will pick five or six for the Sunday’s supplement
War Photographer
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If buildings were paper; I might feel their drift
Tissue
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My city takes me dancing through the city of walls
The Emigree
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And though he came back my mother never spoke again in his prescence
Kamikaze
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See-far woman... fire-woman
Checking out me history
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There hung a darkness, call it solitude
The Prelude: stealing the boat
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In every cry... in every infants... in every voice

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London

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It was an act of stealth and troubled pleasure

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Card 4

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Will’t please you sit and look at her?

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Card 5

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Cannon to the right of them

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