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ArtistNight after night, I see them passing by the lake They whisper in my ear, ³We know you are there² I see no eyes, I guess they must be blind, The weird man sitting on the stone Wish that I could lead them to a better world than mine In the moonlight. Forest gothic. Ghostly presence.
A figure in a tall hat sits on a rock, gazing at a vibrant sunset over calm waters. A small boat drifts in the distance, creating a serene and contemplative atmosphere.