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We could never have won this; We were fighting blind Now we've all but conquered fate So hate us, and see if we mind Washing off the dust Like the first rains of the rainy season And encircling rage and reason, we postponed our grieving But the rains, they never seem to come
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DPM++ 2M Karras
Seed560403067
Steps40
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