Prompt: Arabic Pharaonic woman, curvy with long hair, white dress and beautiful eyes
The passion is lost
And the heart is boiling with love without any cure.
Oh my love
The eyes see the beauty
And the tongue and what it speaks
When he heard me, he complained
Can it heal the wound? Najwa
And the weeping of the wise woman, Salwa
The passion is lost
And the heart is boiling with love without any cure.
And after years of passion
Do you see the dew dancing?
Like white snow
He laughed reproachfully and cried
He watered my partings and rose
The passion is lost
And the heart is boiling with love without any cure.
The remembrance of the moon and Safa
And the perfume is broken and secret
And your magic lived in the sky
Like a whisper to the lover of medicine
And his breath is for the flowers of passion
The passion is lost
And the heart is boiling with love without any cure.
Salwa heals the wound and the prayer of the wise is a cure
Prompt: Arabic Pharaonic woman, curvy with long hair, white dress and beautiful eyes
The passion is lost
And the heart is boiling with love without any cure.
Oh my love
The eyes see the beauty
And the tongue and what it speaks
When he heard me, he complained
Can it heal the wound? Najwa
And the weeping of the wise woman, Salwa
The passion is lost
And the heart is boiling with love without any cure.
And after years of passion
Do you see the dew dancing?
Like white snow
He laughed reproachfully and cried
He watered my partings and rose
The passion is lost
And the heart is boiling with love without any cure.
The remembrance of the moon and Safa
And the perfume is broken and secret
And your magic lived in the sky
Like a whisper to the lover of medicine
And his breath is for the flowers of passion
The passion is lost
And the heart is boiling with love without any cure.
Salwa heals the wound and the prayer of the wise is a cure
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Prompt:
Arabic Pharaonic woman, curvy with long hair, white dress and beautiful eyes
The passion is lost
And the heart is boiling with love without any cure.
Oh my love
The eyes see the beauty
And the tongue and what it speaks
When he heard me, he complained
Can it heal the wound? Najwa
And the weeping of the wise woman, Salwa
The passion is lost
And the heart is boiling with love without any cure.
And after years of passion
Do you see the dew dancing?
Like white snow
He laughed reproachfully and cried
He watered my partings and rose
The passion is lost
And the heart is boiling with love without any cure.
The remembrance of the moon and Safa
And the perfume is broken and secret
And your magic lived in the sky
Like a whisper to the lover of medicine
And his breath is for the flowers of passion
The passion is lost
And the heart is boiling with love without any cure.
Salwa heals the wound and the prayer of the wise is a cure
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takes more iterations than the one before.
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Deep Dream
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Deep Dream
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