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Prompt: WHOSE woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
Steven M. Tilley

Steven M. Tilley

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WHOSE woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stop...Show more
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 533252527
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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