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    The heather bends to the ground and the horizon has darkened, The clouds are getting heavier and there are fewer gaps of light in them, You're sitting on a hill motionless and silent, All the words have already been said and all the songs are finished, But I know there will be keys And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and above the dark waters of darkness A blue star will rise For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art
    The heather bends to the ground and the horizon has darkened, The clouds are getting heavier and there are fewer gaps of light in them, You're sitting on a hill motionless and silent, All the words have already been said and all the songs are finished, But I know there will be keys And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and above the dark waters of darkness A blue star will rise For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art
    As when upon a tranced summer-night, Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Which comes upon the silence and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave, So came these words and went the while in tears, She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, Just where her falling hair might be outspread, A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
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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, ukiyo-e
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    As when upon a tranced summer-night, Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Which comes upon the silence and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave, So came these words and went the while in tears, She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, Just where her falling hair might be outspread, A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    A lonely boat glides fatally Through the cold waters of endless sadness, Only heaven knows everything about our orphanhood And about the pain that is bound by the oath of silence, There are islands of solace somewhere And the salvation shore For someone who knew how to believe, new stars are born there And almonds bloom in the mountains For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art
    Along with the smell of sun-scorched fields A new autumn enters the heart like a dark bird, You are weaving your wreath of mourning ribbons Of withered flowers and blackened spikelets, But who knows what will happen with Cold weather and losses For someone who knew how to believe, And who knows when over the water A blue star will rise For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece
    The heather bends to the ground and the horizon has darkened, The clouds are getting heavier and there are fewer gaps of light in them, You're sitting on a hill motionless and silent, All the words have already been said and all the songs are finished, But I know there will be keys And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and above the dark waters of darkness A blue star will rise For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr
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    Along with the smell of sun-scorched fields A new autumn enters the heart like a dark bird, You are weaving your wreath of mourning ribbons Of withered flowers and blackened spikelets, But who knows what will happen with Cold weather and losses For someone who knew how to believe, And who knows when over the water A blue star will rise For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    It hurts you to walk and it's hard for you to breathe as You have an open wound instead of a heart, But you're still taking another step Through wormwood and thorns to the long-awaited heaven, But one day all the angels will wake up And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and on a stormy January morning Almonds will bloom in the mountains For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    sunset, northern lake, summer, old fashioned woman, nostalgic, high quality, detailed, painting, paris art, 1girl, scenery, by montserrat gudiol, catalonian art, art modern
    The extraterrestrial mushrooms field at the cosmic valleys of doom under Saturn shadow of blood, oil painting, horror, by george dawe, my m.c.escher, by h.r.giger
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