Nara Dreamland

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and faddish parks of theme
Stand in Tokyo... yet away from them, in Nara,
Half themed, a shattered vision lies, whose depth,
And wrinkled look, and hint of popular demand,
Tell that its creator well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped these lifeless facades,
The hand mocked them with the graffiti that fed;

And on the entrance sign these words appear:
'My name is Nara Dreamland, park of parks;
Look on my rides, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level paths stretch far away

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Until now...