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ArtistI don't plan on shadows and darkness You are returning to us the morning land Almost to meet your faces and in Escaping ghost of yesterday You are behind me only ghostly Don't turn around I heard you whisper in my ear If you should turn now I'll bet you'll want go Finest desire a passing dream Just on the very verge of the morning Daylight was dawning freedom was But a step away Now with the deep dark river behind Why do we go on? If I stayed strong in mind What was the sadden flashing madness What was the earth had turn my head From the looks at you What was the sadden will I to destroy The love I returned to you, yew, yew Three times as long as long In all my years And in all my years I'll see that blossom in your gnome eyes As far the silence You'll be my gnome witness If I may pass into the racing shadows So much I learn to say But I just got only the empty earth And I pack my scoldness Ah, its you I love the words You have fast and never again Can I reclaim? Can I reclaim you?
the prompt are the lyrics (slightly altered) from "From the Underworld" by the Herd.
A dual portrait featuring a man's stern left profile with intricate, wrinkled skin and a long, white, scraggly beard extending to the lower left, juxtaposed against a weathered gnome with a long, pointed red hat and a long white beard, sitting in the lower right, both overlapping a grayscale, rainy cityscape with the Empire State Building prominently in the background. The gnome wears a blue-green jacket with dark brown accents and brown boots, and has large ears, while a lone figure in a dark coat walks away into the distance on a wet street. The composition has an ethereal, faded quality with a white background on the upper left and streaks of gray and black adding to the texture.
