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Prompt: a graphic of the poem '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.'
Model: Stable Diffusion

Prompt:

a graphic of the poem '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.'
Width: 512
Height: 512
Seed: 2862887723

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