When the last rose of summer pricks my finger, And the hot sun chills me to the bone, When I can't hear the song for the singer, And I can't tell my pillow from a stone... I will walk alone, by the black muddy river, and sing me a song of my own <lora:marcXL:0.7> <lora:20240625-1719322976670:0.7> FRESHIDEAS Dark RPG old-school style <lora:setzstyle7:0.7> <lora:WildcardX-XL-Detail-Enhancer(detail):0.3> <lora:RMSDXL_Creative:0.5> <lora:Surreal Harmony:0.5> Surreal Harmony <lora:TheWeirdies:0.5> TheWeirdies <lora:sdxl_lora_beksinski:0.5> digital artwork by Beksinski
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