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    1boy, When I was young younger than before, I never saw the truth hanging from the door, And now I'm older see it face to face, And now I'm older gotta get up clean the place, And I was green greener than the hill Where flowers grow and the sun shone still, Now I'm darker than the deepest sea, Just hand me down give me a place to be, And I was strong strong in the sun, I thought I'd see when day was done, Now I'm weaker than the palest blue, Oh so weak in this need for you, masterpiece, painting, best quality, melancholy, sentimental
    alien invasion, epic, dramatic, battle, horror, art by xavier valls, still life
    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
    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
    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
    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
    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
    Along the shore the cloud waves break The twin suns sink behind the lake The shadows lengthen In Carcosa Strange is the night where black stars rise And strange moons circle through the skies But stranger still is Lost Carcosa Songs that the Hyades shall sing Where flap the tatters of the King Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa Song of my soul my voice is dead Die thou unsung as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa, cosmic horror, dark art, by robert henri, King in Yellow, lovecraftian
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    old man near the lighthouse, sentimental, 1boy, by richard lindner, painting, pop art
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    old man near the lighthouse, sentimental, 1boy, art by xavier valls, still life
    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
    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
    All strangers there no friends to me till a dark girl towards me came And I fell in love with my Creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain, detailed, intricate details, realistic, cinematic, award winning, (masterpiece, best quality:1.4), <lora:add-detail-xl:1>, <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:1>
    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
    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
    Sad cute axolotl as an antique Roman soldier in a futuristic spaceship, high quality, detailed, by george dawe, by robert henri, painting, axolotl, portrait
    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
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