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    tango dancing in an old tavern Pido permiso seores Que este tango este tango habla por mi Y mi voz entre sus sones dir Dir por qu canto as Porque cuando pibe Porque cuando pibe me acunaba En tango la cancin materna Pa' llamar el sueo Y escuche el rezongo de los bandoneones Bajo el emparrado de mi patio viejo Porque vi el desfile de las inclemencias Con mis pobres ojos llorosos y abiertos Y en la triste pieza de mis buenos viejos Canto la pobreza su cancin de invierno Y yo me hice en tangos Me fui modelando en barro, en miseria En las amarguras que da la pobreza En llantos de madre En la rebelda del que es fuerte Y tiene que cruzar los brazos Cuando el hambre viene Y yo me hice en tangos porque Porque el tango es macho! Porque el tango es fuerte! Tiene olor a vida Tiene gusto a muerte Porque quise mucho, y porque me engaaron Y pase la vida masticando sueos Porque soy un rbol que nunca dio frutos Porque soy un perro que no tiene dueo Porque tengo odios que nunca los digo Porque cuando quiero, porque cuando quiero me desangro en besos Porque quise mucho, y no me han querido Por eso, canto, tan triste Por eso!
    A hyperrealistic military tank shooting a stream of confetti from the cannon. 8k, 4k, ultrarealistic, realistic, hd.
    Spent my days with a woman unkind Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine Made up my mind to make a new start Going to California with an aching in my heart Someone told me there's a girl out there With love in her eyes and flowers in her hair Took my chances on a big jet plane Never let 'em tell ya that they're all the same Oh, the sea was red and the sky was grey I wonder how tomorrow could ever follow today The mountains and the canyons start to tremble and shake The children of the sun begin to awake (watch out) It seems that the wrath of the gods got a punch on the nose And it's startin' to flow, I think I might be sinkin' Throw me a line, if I reach it in time I'll meet you up there where the path runs straight and high To find a queen without a king They say she plays guitar and cries and sings, la-la-la Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn Tryin' to find a woman who's never, never, never been born Standin' on a hill in the mountain of dreams Tellin' myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems
    long exposure photo of a lonely, sad girl sitting in the park. Blurred motion, streaks of light, surreal, dreamy, ghosting effect, highly detailed
    full body, a hockey player grabbing a (broom:2.4). 8k, 4k, ultrarealistic, realistic, hd.
    A hyperrealistic photograph of an intricate, transparent elephant, decorated with Indian ornaments, having inside a futuristic, tech city of smurfs. 8k, 4k, ultrarealistic, realistic, natural skin, textured skin, hd
    Horror-themed Two zombie hands forming a heart. In the background, a couple of zombies kissing each other. 35mm photograph, film, professional, 4k, highly detailed. . Eerie, unsettling, dark, spooky, suspenseful, grim, highly detailed
    Portrait of a fierce, angry, rustic, screaming cowboy holding a megaphone in a duel. Close up, film grain, 8k, hd, motion blur:1.5.
    real estate photography style A city freeze Get on your knees Pray for warmth and green paper. A city drought You're down and out See your trousers don't taper. Saddle up Kick your feet Ride the range of a London street Travel to a local plane Turn around and come back again. And at the chime of the city clock Put up your road block Hang on to your crown. For a stone in a tin can Is wealth to the city man Who leaves his armor down. Stay indoors Beneath the floors Talk with neighbors only. The games you play Make people say You're either weird or lonely. A city star Won't shine too far On account of the way you are And the beads Around your face Make you sure to fit back in place. And at the beat of the city drum See how your friends come in twos; Or threes or more. For the sound of a busy place Is fine for a pretty face Who knows what a face is for. The city clown Will soon fall down Without a face to hide in. And he will lose If he won't choose The one he may confide in. Sonny boy With smokes for sale Went to ground with a face so pale And never heard About the change Showed his hand and fell out of range. In the light of a city square Find out the face that's fair Keep it by your side. When the light of the city falls You fly to the city walls Take off with your bride. But at the chime of a city clock Put up your road block Hang on to your crown. For a stone in a tin can Is wealth to the city man Who leaves his armor down. professional, inviting, well-lit, high-resolution, property-focused, commercial, highly detailed
    Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. No rays from the holy heaven come down On the long night-time of that town; But light from out the lurid sea Streams up the turrets silently- Gleams up the pinnacles far and free- Up domes- up spires- up kingly halls- Up fanes- up Babylon-like walls- Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers- Up many and many a marvellous shrine Whose wreathed friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine. Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. So blend the turrets and shadows there That all seem pendulous in air, While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down. There open fanes and gaping graves Yawn level with the luminous waves; But not the riches there that lie In each idol's diamond eye- Not the gaily-jewelled dead Tempt the waters from their bed; For no ripples curl, alas! Along that wilderness of glass- No swellings tell that winds may be Upon some far-off happier sea- No heavings hint that winds have been On seas less hideously serene. But lo, a stir is in the air! The wave- there is a movement there! As if the towers had thrust aside, In slightly sinking, the dull tide- As if their tops had feebly given A void within the filmy Heaven. The waves have now a redder glow- The hours are breathing faint and low- And when, amid no earthly moans, Down, down that town shall settle hence, Hell, rising from a thousand thrones, Shall do it reverence.
    a photo of a whirlwind storm inside an old bottle with detailed, beautiful golden cap in a captain's cabin of an old pirate ship.
    Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone -- Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy: Be silent in that solitude Which is not loneliness -- for then The spirits of the dead who stood In life before thee are again In death around thee -- and their will Shall then overshadow thee: be still. For the night -- tho' clear -- shall frown -- And the stars shall look not down, From their high thrones in the Heaven, With light like Hope to mortals given -- But their red orbs, without beam, To thy weariness shall seem As a burning and a fever Which would cling to thee for ever : Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish -- Now are visions ne'er to vanish -- From thy spirit shall they pass No more -- like dew-drop from the grass: The breeze -- the breath of God -- is still -- And the mist upon the hill Shadowy -- shadowy -- yet unbroken, Is a symbol and a token -- How it hangs upon the trees, A mystery of mysteries! --
    Horror-themed Photo of a lonely girl, sad, red eyes child with a shabby, old, dirty hairy teddy bear, sitting on the street. Extremely high-resolution details, photographic, realism pushed to extreme, fine texture, incredibly lifelike, cinematic, 35mm film, 35mm photography, film, photo realism, DSLR, 4k, 8k uhd, hr, hdr, ultra-detailed, high quality, high contrast, film grain, high speed blur . Eerie, unsettling, dark, spooky, suspenseful, grim, highly detailed
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    Horror-themed a horrendous, dark scene of a scary, gloomy ghost screaming inside the room of an enchanted house. 8k, 4k, ultrarealistic, realistic, hd. . Eerie, unsettling, dark, spooky, suspenseful, grim, highly detailed
    valley, fairytale treehouse village covered, (8k), cinematic background, (humorous illustration, hyperrealistic), highly detailed, symmetrical, vibrant colors, cinematic lighting, fantasy digital art, octane render, beautiful composition, trending on artstation, award-winning photograph, masterpiece
    Hush, little baby, don't you cry You know your mama was born to die All my trials, Lord, soon be over River of Jordan is muddy and cold Well, it chills the body, but not the soul All my trials, Lord, soon be over I've got a little book with pages three And every page spells, "Liberty" All my trials, Lord, soon be over Too late, my brothers Too late, but never mind All my trials, Lord, soon be over If living were a thing that money could buy You know the rich would live and the poor would die All my trials, Lord, soon be over There grows a tree in Paradise And the pilgrims call it the Tree of Life All my trials, Lord, soon be over Too late, my brothers Too late, but never mind All my trials, Lord, soon be over All my trials, Lord, soon be over
    macabre style of a tiny red flower growing on the street on an abandoned city. Nadir image. dark, gothic, grim, haunting, highly detailed
    What is this that stands before me? Figure in black, which points at me Turn 'round quick, and start to run Find out I'm the chosen one Oh, no! Big black shape with eyes of fire Telling people their desire Satan's sitting there, he's smiling Watches those flames get higher and higher Oh, no, no, please, God Is it the end, my friend? Satan's coming 'round the bend People running 'cause they're scared The people better go and beware! No, no, oh, God, no!
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