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I met a traveler from an antique land, Who said—“Six vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visages lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hands that mocked them, and the hearts that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: TRIÁNGULO DE LA MUERTE! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
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