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And before the spoils of Annwfyn bitterly he sang: My poetry, from the cauldron it was uttered. From the breath of nine maidens it was kindled.
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CFG Scale7.5
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DPM++ 2M Karras
Seed469265538
Steps32
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, (flat, noisy, blurry, painting, drawing, photo, deformed)
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