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The cricket said to the ant one day
"You have bread for the winter
Why do you always protest about wine?
Wait for the harvest and you'll have it"
I think I hear my brother
Who had a skyscraper in Peru
He wanted to reach the sky
And now he no longer has the skyscraper
As long as the boat goes, let it go
As long as the boat goes, don't row
As long as the boat you are watching
When love comes the bell will ring
When love comes the bell will ring
And you who always live under the sun
Among rows of brooms and lilacs
In your town there are those who love you
Why do you dream of city women?
I think I see my sister
Who had a boyfriend from Cant
He wanted to have one in China too
And now she no longer has her boyfriend
As long as the boat goes, let it go
As long as the boat goes, don't row
As long as the boat goes, watch
When love comes the bell will ring
When love comes the bell will ring
Tonight my doorbell rang
It's strange, I already have love
I would like to open my gate quickly
It kills my curiosity
But one day the cricket said to the ant
"You have bread for the winter"
I would like to open my gate quickly
But I never open that gate
As long as the boat goes, watch
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In the twilight haze of a quaint French village, a woman, captivating in her lilac-tinted ethereal gown adorned with silver thread and cradling a vintage rose-gold pocket watch, exudes an enchanting air of L34N4L0V1NG5 as she stands before the ancient stone archway of a centuries-old church, lost in thought or waiting for a lover who may never come, her delicate features bathed in soft, golden light while the cobblestone streets beneath her feet remain quiet and empty, save for the distant tolling of a church bell. <lora:hxwjni18feb881afaw11b1:1>

The beautiful 19-year-old girl with striking blue eyes gazes at you wearing her intimate silk nightie in her old English bedroom. Her head slightly tilted to the side in a curious and endearing manner waiting for you to come lay with her in the satin sheets and fluffy pillows. Her flawless, light-skinned face is framed by a mass of red hair that falls down her back, resting neatly on the nape of her neck. Each strand of hair is meticulously cared for, gently curling and flowing around her face, accentuating her high cheekbones. Her lips are painted a soft shade of pink, inviting you to engage an lay with her.
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under the dark night sky
I'm standing alone
Even the starlight is blurred
It reminds me of memories
The way we were in the past
It's clear in my memory
The moment I was with you
Can't we go back
in lost time
I'm looking for you
Still deep in my heart
There's a trace of you
with the pain of separation
I live my life day by day
I don't have any meaning without you
Come back to me
In this distance without you
I'm lost
Your smiling face
It comes to mind when I close my eyes
All of our promises
It's a distant memory now
No matter how hard I try to erase it
It's an indelible love
in lost time
I'm looking for you
Still deep in my heart
There's a trace of you
with the pain of separation
I live my life day by day
I don't have any meaning without you
Come back to me
I know I did something wrong
I can't even say I'm sorry
But I'm waiting
Until you come back one day
in lost time
I'm looking for you
Still deep in my heart
There's a trace of you
with the pain of separation
I live my life day by day
I don't have any meaning without you
Come back to me

God I'll make them pay
Take it back one day
I'll end this day
I'll splatter color on this gray
Waiting for the one
The day that never comes
When you stand up and feel the warmth
But the sunshine never comes

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SPARKLES, GLITTER, I'm coming up so you better get this party started
Get this party started on a Saturday night
Everybody's waiting for me to arrive
Sending out the message to all of my friends
We'll be looking flashy in my Mercedes Benz
I got lotsa style, got my gold diamond rings
I can go for miles if you know what I mean <lora:Sparkle_Explosion:0.7>

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A floating corpse on a lafette,
Behind it the dancing youths,
Through the slit of licked lips.
You can hear the bells of brains.
The sobbing country
Drowning in green snot,
Hope has touched bottom,
The bottom in hot coals.
The soot of farewell speeches
Over the mown field of carnations,
A full of tears human stream,
Drowning in its own cry.
In the gold of mourning ribbons
The sunbeam plays,
The letters of new legends
In the land of endless clouds.
And someone breathed the air of the wind's change,
And someone threw back his chair,
Hanging half a meter high
Somebody shouted “Hooray!”
And the echoing bird flew through the streets,
Fluttering through the city till morning
The white feathers of the dawn made them sparkle.
And then all will share, but not share.
The abomination will present new faces.
Others will come to eat,
The long-waiting, angry ones,
And they'll tear to pieces
What's left
They'll make pity true
They'll bleed.
Much. Again. Again.
And all we want is warmth
And all we want is light
Springtime So that our bodies
Through dreams to summer.

afrofuturism,
I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She's coming in, 12:30 flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say, "Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you"
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I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She's coming in, 12:30 flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say
"Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you"
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had (ooh, ooh)
The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless, longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what's right
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
I seek to cure what's deep inside, frightened of this thing that I've become
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had (ooh, ooh)
Hurry boy, she's waiting there for you
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
(I bless the rain)
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
(Gonna take the time)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had (ooh, ooh)

Zdzisław Beksinski style, oil painting, grotesque horror surrealism—A veiled widow draped in a funeral shroud of decayed lace stands before a crumbling cathedral, its skeletal spires piercing a sky thick with swirling, sulfuric clouds. Her hollow, porcelain-like face is cracked, as if time itself has worn her down, her empty sockets weeping black rivulets that stain the brittle fabric of her gown. In her trembling, claw-like hands, she clutches a withered bouquet of bone-white flowers, their petals disintegrating into the stagnant air. Around her, the cathedral walls breathe, formed from fused corpses, their anguished expressions frozen mid-scream, their twisted limbs entwined like roots of a rotting tree. The grand archway, where the once-majestic doors have long since turned to dust, yawns into an abyss lined with countless coffin-like recesses, each containing a shriveled husk, bound in rusted chains. At her feet, an enormous centipede, its body segmented with glossy, chitinous plates, slithers through a river of coagulated blood, its pincers twitching hungrily. The shattered stained-glass windows overhead flicker with an eerie, iridescent glow, casting fragmented, unnatural light patterns upon the ruinous ground. In the distance, twisted funeral towers lean precariously over an ashen wasteland, their bells long silent, their purpose long forgotten, yet the widow lingers as if waiting for a requiem that will never come.

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