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You think you own whatever land you land on The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim But I know every rock and tree and creature Has a life, has a spirit, has a name, And you’ll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon For whether we are white or copper-skinned We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain We need to paint with all the colors of the wind, ((autumn))
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- Étiquette de qualité
- ﹝Invites﹞, masterpiece, best quality
- Taille
- 768 x 1280
- Étapes d'échantillonnage
- 28
- Méthode d'échantillonnage
- Euler a
- Échelle CFG
- 6.5
- Négatif
- text,watermark,bad anatomy, bad proportions, extra limbs, extra digit, extra legs, extra legs and arms, disfigured, missing arms, too many fingers, fused fingers, missing fingers, unclear eyes,watermark,username
