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Prompt: Какая это вдруг напала хворь На доброго, покорного верблюда? Но, ни единым взглядом не моля, Вперёд, вперёд, с сожжёнными губами, Пока Обетованная земля Большим горбом не встанет над горбами.
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Какая это вдруг напала хворь На доброго, покорного верблюда? Но, ни единым взглядом не моля, Вперёд, вперёд, с сожжёнными губами, Пока Обетованная земля Большим горбом не встанет над горбами.
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 1951111343
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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