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(Verse 1) Out from my class, through the window I gaze, Your class in view, in a silent daze. Every time, I hope to see, You stepping out, just once, let it be. (Pre-Chorus) Always on the first bench, you reside, In your presence, my feelings abide. I pass your class, a hopeful glance, Trying to catch your eyes, a subtle trance. (Chorus) A hundred times, I've tried to convey, Through the window, my heart's display. Silent moments, in my own way, Hoping you notice, each passing day. (Verse 2) In the corridor, where our paths align, I choose your class, a decision divine. Hoping you'll emerge, and our eyes will meet, A fleeting connection, oh, so sweet. (Pre-Chorus) Always on the first bench, you're there, In my thoughts, you're everywhere. I pass your class, a hopeful glance, Trying to catch your eyes, a subtle trance. (Chorus) A hundred times, I've tried to convey, Through the window, my heart's display. Silent moments, in my own way, Hoping you notice, each passing day. (Bridge) The classroom echoes with silent yearning, My heart's whispers, steadily churning. Hoping one day, fate will allow, Our eyes to meet, and secrets avow. (Verse 3) Out from my class, the routine persists, Your class, a realm where my heart insists. Through the window, my gaze prevails, In the hope of catching those hidden tales. (Outro) So I pass by, each and every time, Choosing your class, a silent paradigm. Out from my class, in this subtle dance, Hoping you notice, our fleeting chance.
(Verse 1) Out from my class, through the window I gaze, Your class in view, in a silent daze. Every time, I hope to see, You stepping out, just once, let it be. (Pre-Chorus) Always on the first bench, you reside, In your presence, my feelings abide. I pass your class, a hopeful glance, Trying to catch your eyes, a subtle trance. (Chorus) A hundred times, I've tried to convey, Through the window, my heart's display. Silent moments, in my own way, Hoping you notice, each passing day. (Verse 2) In the corridor, where our paths align, I choose your class, a decision divine. Hoping you'll emerge, and our eyes will meet, A fleeting connection, oh, so sweet. (Pre-Chorus) Always on the first bench, you're there, In my thoughts, you're everywhere. I pass your class, a hopeful glance, Trying to catch your eyes, a subtle trance. (Chorus) A hundred times, I've tried to convey, Through the window, my heart's display. Silent moments, in my own way, Hoping you notice, each passing day. (Bridge) The classroom echoes with silent yearning, My heart's whispers, steadily churning. Hoping one day, fate will allow, Our eyes to meet, and secrets avow. (Verse 3) Out from my class, the routine persists, Your class, a realm where my heart insists. Through the window, my gaze prevails, In the hope of catching those hidden tales. (Outro) So I pass by, each and every time, Choosing your class, a silent paradigm. Out from my class, in this subtle dance, Hoping you notice, our fleeting chance.
(Verse 1) Out from my class, through the window I gaze, Your class in view, in a silent daze. Every time, I hope to see, You stepping out, just once, let it be. (Pre-Chorus) Always on the first bench, you reside, In your presence, my feelings abide. I pass your class, a hopeful glance, Trying to catch your eyes, a subtle trance. (Chorus) A hundred times, I've tried to convey, Through the window, my heart's display. Silent moments, in my own way, Hoping you notice, each passing day. (Verse 2) In the corridor, where our paths align, I choose your class, a decision divine. Hoping you'll emerge, and our eyes will meet, A fleeting connection, oh, so sweet. (Pre-Chorus) Always on the first bench, you're there, In my thoughts, you're everywhere. I pass your class, a hopeful glance, Trying to catch your eyes, a subtle trance. (Chorus) A hundred times, I've tried to convey, Through the window, my heart's display. Silent moments, in my own way, Hoping you notice, each passing day. (Bridge) The classroom echoes with silent yearning, My heart's whispers, steadily churning. Hoping one day, fate will allow, Our eyes to meet, and secrets avow. (Verse 3) Out from my class, the routine persists, Your class, a realm where my heart insists. Through the window, my gaze prevails, In the hope of catching those hidden tales. (Outro) So I pass by, each and every time, Choosing your class, a silent paradigm. Out from my class, in this subtle dance, Hoping you notice, our fleeting chance.
(Verse 1) Out from my class, through the window I gaze, Your class in view, in a silent daze. Every time, I hope to see, You stepping out, just once, let it be. (Pre-Chorus) Always on the first bench, you reside, In your presence, my feelings abide. I pass your class, a hopeful glance, Trying to catch your eyes, a subtle trance. (Chorus) A hundred times, I've tried to convey, Through the window, my heart's display. Silent moments, in my own way, Hoping you notice, each passing day. (Verse 2) In the corridor, where our paths align, I choose your class, a decision divine. Hoping you'll emerge, and our eyes will meet, A fleeting connection, oh, so sweet. (Pre-Chorus) Always on the first bench, you're there, In my thoughts, you're everywhere. I pass your class, a hopeful glance, Trying to catch your eyes, a subtle trance. (Chorus) A hundred times, I've tried to convey, Through the window, my heart's display. Silent moments, in my own way, Hoping you notice, each passing day. (Bridge) The classroom echoes with silent yearning, My heart's whispers, steadily churning. Hoping one day, fate will allow, Our eyes to meet, and secrets avow. (Verse 3) Out from my class, the routine persists, Your class, a realm where my heart insists. Through the window, my gaze prevails, In the hope of catching those hidden tales. (Outro) So I pass by, each and every time, Choosing your class, a silent paradigm. Out from my class, in this subtle dance, Hoping you notice, our fleeting chance.
(Verse 1) Out from my class, through the window I gaze, Your class in view, in a silent daze. Every time, I hope to see, You stepping out, just once, let it be. (Pre-Chorus) Always on the first bench, you reside, In your presence, my feelings abide. I pass your class, a hopeful glance, Trying to catch your eyes, a subtle trance. (Chorus) A hundred times, I've tried to convey, Through the window, my heart's display. Silent moments, in my own way, Hoping you notice, each passing day. (Verse 2) In the corridor, where our paths align, I choose your class, a decision divine. Hoping you'll emerge, and our eyes will meet, A fleeting connection, oh, so sweet. (Pre-Chorus) Always on the first bench, you're there, In my thoughts, you're everywhere. I pass your class, a hopeful glance, Trying to catch your eyes, a subtle trance. (Chorus) A hundred times, I've tried to convey, Through the window, my heart's display. Silent moments, in my own way, Hoping you notice, each passing day. (Bridge) The classroom echoes with silent yearning, My heart's whispers, steadily churning. Hoping one day, fate will allow, Our eyes to meet, and secrets avow. (Verse 3) Out from my class, the routine persists, Your class, a realm where my heart insists. Through the window, my gaze prevails, In the hope of catching those hidden tales. (Outro) So I pass by, each and every time, Choosing your class, a silent paradigm. Out from my class, in this subtle dance, Hoping you notice, our fleeting chance.
paint a rustic oil painting showing a mountaintop forrest in autumn, vintage tones, in the style of jasper francis cropsey, eastman johnson, muted earth tones, misty atmosphere, cornelis springer, unprimed canvas, heavy and obvious brushstrokes
paint a rustic oil painting showing a mountaintop forrest in autumn, vintage tones, in the style of jasper francis cropsey, eastman johnson, muted earth tones, misty atmosphere, cornelis springer, unprimed canvas, heavy and obvious brushstrokes
a laptop drinking tea
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amazing quality, masterpiece, best quality, hyper detailed, ultra detailed, UHD, perfect anatomy, blurry background, outdoor,( cherry blossoms:0.6), fog, studio lighting, bright foreground, face to viewer, (pink hybrid white) armor, female, holding, sword with ral-elctryzt, ponytail, glowing, shine, dazzling, <lora:HKStyle:0.85>, HKStyle, <lora:add-detail-xl:0.75>, <lora:quality1:0.75>, <lora:extremely_detailed:1.5>, extremely detailed, <lora:ral-elctryzt-sdxl:0.6>,
(Verse 1) Upon leaving home, down the road I stroll, Her house appears, emotions take control. Breath halted, heart in a bind, Expressions trapped, words hard to find. (Pre-Chorus) Can't say it myself, let someone tell, In her lane, where evenings swell. As I walk a bit, her house draws near, In those moments, my joy and fear. (Chorus) I try a hundred ways to express, But silence lingers, a deep distress. All night sitting, forgetting all, When I pass by, memories recall. When I see her, world fades away, In her presence, my heart's sway. (Verse 2) Maybe tomorrow, on the street we'll meet, Stop her footsteps, her heart to greet. Ask what's hidden, what's concealed, The truth of emotions, soon revealed. (Pre-Chorus) But now I hear, she's no longer there, City's empty, echoes of despair. Still, I go, repeating the quest, Hoping for news, in my
paint a rustic oil painting showing a mountaintop forrest in autumn, vintage tones, in the style of jasper francis cropsey, eastman johnson, muted earth tones, misty atmosphere, cornelis springer, unprimed canvas, heavy and obvious brushstrokes
paint a rustic oil painting showing a mountaintop forrest in autumn, vintage tones, in the style of jasper francis cropsey, eastman johnson, muted earth tones, misty atmosphere, cornelis springer, unprimed canvas, heavy and obvious brushstrokes
Detailed close-up of a goat, Vanguard, Extravagant, Minstrel flamboyant exemplar in minimalist maverick robust futuristic, supremely sophisticated photo rendering, torso highest caliber portrayal, attired in vestments wholly wrought of tender, billowing cotton and synthetic polymer, adorned with peculiar, inflated ultra-soft lamb's wool, hyperrealistic caliber, irradiated by warm luminary diffuser illumination, exhibited in guile colors and transparencies with voluminous Paisley and Damask visual themes, composed of oddball transformative geometrics, by Nick Knight
Detailed close-up of a goat, Vanguard, Extravagant, Minstrel flamboyant exemplar in minimalist maverick robust futuristic, supremely sophisticated photo rendering, torso highest caliber portrayal, attired in vestments wholly wrought of tender, billowing cotton and synthetic polymer, adorned with peculiar, inflated ultra-soft lamb's wool, hyperrealistic caliber, irradiated by warm luminary diffuser illumination, exhibited in guile colors and transparencies with voluminous Paisley and Damask visual themes, composed of oddball transformative geometrics, by Nick Knight
mysterious silhouette forest elvf woman, by Minjae Lee, Carne Griffiths, Emily Kell, Geoffroy Thoorens, Aaron Horkey, Jordan Grimmer, Greg Rutkowski, amazing depth, masterwork, surreal, geometric patterns, intricately detailed, bokeh, perfect balanced, deep fine borders, artistic photorealism , smooth, great masterwork by head of prompt engineering <lora:add-detail-xl:2> <lora:Double_Exposure:0.5>
a bangali village scene
a bangali village scene cyberpunk, evening automn , children playing , old people talking , houses , happiness, good , trees
(Verse 1) Upon leaving home, down the road I stroll, Her house appears, emotions take control. Breath halted, heart in a bind, Expressions trapped, words hard to find. (Pre-Chorus) Can't say it myself, let someone tell, In her lane, where evenings swell. As I walk a bit, her house draws near, In those moments, my joy and fear. (Chorus) I try a hundred ways to express, But silence lingers, a deep distress. All night sitting, forgetting all, When I pass by, memories recall. When I see her, world fades away, In her presence, my heart's sway. (Verse 2) Maybe tomorrow, on the street we'll meet, Stop her footsteps, her heart to greet. Ask what's hidden, what's concealed, The truth of emotions, soon revealed. (Pre-Chorus) But now I hear, she's no longer there, City's empty, echoes of despair. Still, I go, repeating the quest, Hoping for news, in my
Detailed close-up of a goat, Vanguard, Extravagant, Minstrel flamboyant exemplar in minimalist maverick robust futuristic, supremely sophisticated photo rendering, torso highest caliber portrayal, attired in vestments wholly wrought of tender, billowing cotton and synthetic polymer, adorned with peculiar, inflated ultra-soft lamb's wool, hyperrealistic caliber, irradiated by warm luminary diffuser illumination, exhibited in guile colors and transparencies with voluminous Paisley and Damask visual themes, composed of oddball transformative geometrics, by Nick Knight
(intricate details, masterpiece, best quality:1.4) , J. R. R. Tolkien and Lord of the Ring style art, Vibrant, fantasy, detailed, epic, heroic, reminiscent of A Song of Ice and Fire series, a holy German Templar of the Teutonic Order) who fights against Satan, whole body visible, looking at viewer, dynamic pose <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:xl_more_art-full_v1:0.5> <lora: ControlNet T2I BodyPose> (fight scene between a knight of the Teutonic Order against Satan). In the background you can see a castle ruin, the scene itself is in a horror forest.<lora:looking_at_viewer:2>
a giant panda in hanfu, pavilion by the water, painting style soft, hazy, chinese countryside, daz3d, uhd images, naturecore, mist, sunny, tang dynasty architecture in the courtyard, making tea,, the picture is fresh and translucent, brushstrokes, lines, monet colors
a laptop drinking tea
a bangali village scene
a bangali village scene
a bangali village scene
(Verse 1) Upon leaving home, down the road I stroll, Her house appears, emotions take control. Breath halted, heart in a bind, Expressions trapped, words hard to find. (Pre-Chorus) Can't say it myself, let someone tell, In her lane, where evenings swell. As I walk a bit, her house draws near, In those moments, my joy and fear. (Chorus) I try a hundred ways to express, But silence lingers, a deep distress. All night sitting, forgetting all, When I pass by, memories recall. When I see her, world fades away, In her presence, my heart's sway. (Verse 2) Maybe tomorrow, on the street we'll meet, Stop her footsteps, her heart to greet. Ask what's hidden, what's concealed, The truth of emotions, soon revealed. (Pre-Chorus) But now I hear, she's no longer there, City's empty, echoes of despair. Still, I go, repeating the quest, Hoping for news, in my
(Verse 1) Upon leaving home, down the road I stroll, Her house appears, emotions take control. Breath halted, heart in a bind, Expressions trapped, words hard to find. (Pre-Chorus) Can't say it myself, let someone tell, In her lane, where evenings swell. As I walk a bit, her house draws near, In those moments, my joy and fear. (Chorus) I try a hundred ways to express, But silence lingers, a deep distress. All night sitting, forgetting all, When I pass by, memories recall. When I see her, world fades away, In her presence, my heart's sway. (Verse 2) Maybe tomorrow, on the street we'll meet, Stop her footsteps, her heart to greet. Ask what's hidden, what's concealed, The truth of emotions, soon revealed. (Pre-Chorus) But now I hear, she's no longer there, City's empty, echoes of despair. Still, I go, repeating the quest, Hoping for news, in my
a giant panda in hanfu, pavilion by the water, painting style soft, hazy, chinese countryside, daz3d, uhd images, naturecore, mist, sunny, tang dynasty architecture in the courtyard, making tea,, the picture is fresh and translucent, brushstrokes, lines, monet colors
a giant panda in hanfu, pavilion by the water, painting style soft, hazy, chinese countryside, daz3d, uhd images, naturecore, mist, sunny, tang dynasty architecture in the courtyard, making tea,, the picture is fresh and translucent, brushstrokes, lines, monet colors
Detailed close-up of a goat, Vanguard, Extravagant, Minstrel flamboyant exemplar in minimalist maverick robust futuristic, supremely sophisticated photo rendering, torso highest caliber portrayal, attired in vestments wholly wrought of tender, billowing cotton and synthetic polymer, adorned with peculiar, inflated ultra-soft lamb's wool, hyperrealistic caliber, irradiated by warm luminary diffuser illumination, exhibited in guile colors and transparencies with voluminous Paisley and Damask visual themes, composed of oddball transformative geometrics, by Nick Knight
a giant panda in hanfu, pavilion by the water, painting style soft, hazy, chinese countryside, daz3d, uhd images, naturecore, mist, sunny, tang dynasty architecture in the courtyard, making tea,, the picture is fresh and translucent, brushstrokes, lines, monet colors
mysterious silhouette forest elvf woman, by Minjae Lee, Carne Griffiths, Emily Kell, Geoffroy Thoorens, Aaron Horkey, Jordan Grimmer, Greg Rutkowski, amazing depth, masterwork, surreal, geometric patterns, intricately detailed, bokeh, perfect balanced, deep fine borders, artistic photorealism , smooth, great masterwork by head of prompt engineering <lora:add-detail-xl:2> <lora:Double_Exposure:0.5>
mysterious silhouette forest elvf woman, by Minjae Lee, Carne Griffiths, Emily Kell, Geoffroy Thoorens, Aaron Horkey, Jordan Grimmer, Greg Rutkowski, amazing depth, masterwork, surreal, geometric patterns, intricately detailed, bokeh, perfect balanced, deep fine borders, artistic photorealism , smooth, great masterwork by head of prompt engineering <lora:add-detail-xl:2> <lora:Double_Exposure:0.5>
a laptop drinking tea
a laptop drinking tea
a bangali village scene cyberpunk, evening automn , children playing , old people talking , houses , happiness, good , trees
a bangali village scene cyberpunk, evening automn , children playing , old people talking , houses , happiness, good , trees
a bangali village scene cyberpunk, evening automn , children playing , old people talking , houses , happiness, good , trees
amazing quality, masterpiece, best quality, hyper detailed, ultra detailed, UHD, perfect anatomy, blurry background, outdoor,( cherry blossoms:0.6), fog, studio lighting, bright foreground, face to viewer, (pink hybrid white) armor, female, holding, sword with ral-elctryzt, ponytail, glowing, shine, dazzling, <lora:HKStyle:0.85>, HKStyle, <lora:add-detail-xl:0.75>, <lora:quality1:0.75>, <lora:extremely_detailed:1.5>, extremely detailed, <lora:ral-elctryzt-sdxl:0.6>,
(Verse 1) In the assembly, dreams unfold, Marrying you, a story to be told. Holding hands, our future gleams, In your eyes, my life's sweetest dreams. (Pre-Chorus) Talking someday, sharing our tales, In your calm presence, love prevails. Your friends, a mystery unseen, Loyalty stands, a promise serene. (Chorus) Dreaming of you, my heart's endeavor, From kids to kids, a bond to treasure. Near the water cooler, in winter's chill, I wait for you, time standing still. (Verse 2) Lonely nights at the hostel, empty at home, Without you, solitude roams. Eyes on the door, a hopeful glance, Hoping for our eyes to meet in a dance. (Pre-Chorus) In the mess, lines align, Matching with yours, a subtle sign. Taking food together, time entwined, Happening so often, a connection defined. (Chorus) Dreaming of you, my heart's endeavor, From kids to kids, a bond to treasure. Near the water cooler, in winter's chill, I wait for you, time standing still. (Bridge) Lingering thoughts, secrets untold, A silent tale, a love to unfold. Wondering if you notice, if you see, Or if in front of your friends, you mention me. (Verse 3) In the classroom, under the laughter's guise, You and I, a world that lies. Love me, love me not, uncertainty sways, In your gaze, my heart conveys. (Outro) I'll sacrifice what I can for this chance, To share my secrets in a sweet romance. Love's mystery, a flower to be plucked, In this dance of hearts, forever tucked.
(Verse 1) Upon leaving home, down the road I stroll, Her house appears, emotions take control. Breath halted, heart in a bind, Expressions trapped, words hard to find. (Pre-Chorus) Can't say it myself, let someone tell, In her lane, where evenings swell. As I walk a bit, her house draws near, In those moments, my joy and fear. (Chorus) I try a hundred ways to express, But silence lingers, a deep distress. All night sitting, forgetting all, When I pass by, memories recall. When I see her, world fades away, In her presence, my heart's sway. (Verse 2) Maybe tomorrow, on the street we'll meet, Stop her footsteps, her heart to greet. Ask what's hidden, what's concealed, The truth of emotions, soon revealed. (Pre-Chorus) But now I hear, she's no longer there, City's empty, echoes of despair. Still, I go, repeating the quest, Hoping for news, in my