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    the eternal void of stars, pure black, black hole, detailed, gothic futurism, hyper detailed, professional poster art, bold lines, award winning, 8k, hdr

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    How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob Listening to the sounds and the bark of a dog Or in summer to wander the wide valleys through And to pick the wild flowers in the May morning dew
    Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew
    How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob Listening to the sounds and the bark of a dog Or in summer to wander the wide valleys through And to pick the wild flowers in the May morning dew
    The house I was born in is but a stone on a stone And all round the garden the weeds they have grown And all the fine neighbours that ever I knew Like the red rose have perished in the May morning dew, ukiyo-e
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    How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob Listening to the sounds and the bark of a dog Or in summer to wander the wide valleys through And to pick the wild flowers in the May morning dew, by xavier valls, by charles tunnicliffe, by bernard cathelin, by george dawe
    Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew, ukiyo-e
    The house I was born in is but a stone on a stone And all round the garden the weeds they have grown And all the fine neighbours that ever I knew Like the red rose have perished in the May morning dew
    xenomorph playing checkers with predator, detailed, painting, best quality, 8k, hdr, intricate details
    How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob Listening to the sounds and the bark of a dog Or in summer to wander the wide valleys through And to pick the wild flowers in the May morning dew
    How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob Listening to the sounds and the bark of a dog Or in summer to wander the wide valleys through And to pick the wild flowers in the May morning dew
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    xenomorph playing checkers with predator, detailed, painting, best quality, 8k, hdr, intricate details
    xenomorph playing checkers with predator, detailed, painting, best quality, 8k, hdr, intricate details
    I am gone Away from my own bosom: I have left My strong identity, my real self, Somewhere between the throne, and where I sit Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, search! Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them round Upon all space: space starr'd, and lorn of light; Space region'd with life-air; and barren void; Spaces of fire, and all the yawn of hell. - Search, Thea, search! and tell me, if thou seest A certain shape or shadow, making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile: it must - it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    I am gone Away from my own bosom I have left My strong identity my real self Somewhere between the throne and where I sit Here on this spot of earth Search Thea search Open thine eyes eterne and sphere them round Upon all space space starr'd and lorn of light Space region'd with life-air and barren void Spaces of fire and all the yawn of hell Search Thea search and tell me if thou seest A certain shape or shadow making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile it must it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    The house I was born in is but a stone on a stone And all round the garden the weeds they have grown And all the fine neighbours that ever I knew Like the red rose have perished in the May morning dew, by xavier valls, by charles tunnicliffe, by bernard cathelin, by george dawe
    fallen angel, lost paradise, grief, somber, monochrome, looking at viewer, 1girl, by richard lindner, painting, pop art
    The house I was born in is but a stone on a stone And all round the garden the weeds they have grown And all the fine neighbours that ever I knew Like the red rose have perished in the May morning dew
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