Prompt: Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray
Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay
Conversing with a bouncing lass, who seemed to be in pain
Saying William, when you go, I fear you will never return again
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold
His hair it hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal
My happiness attend him wherever he may go
From Tower Hill to Blackwall, I'll wander, weep and moan
All for my jolly sailor, until he sails home
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold
My name it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair
And I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year
Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor that ploughs the raging sea
While up aloft in storm, from me his absence mourn
And firmly pray, arrive the day, he's never more to roam
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold
Prompt: Whimsical ocean gypsy under the moon's glow, ethereal beauty, mystical aura, solitary figure on the shore, cascading waves, moonlit reflections, shimmering silver and gold, intricate details in hair and attire, soft pastel color palette, dreamlike atmosphere, surreal and enchanting scene, evokes a sense of melancholy and longing, intricate linework, fantasy art style, digital illustration, by a fusion of Alphonse Mucha and Sulamith Wülfing, Artstation.
Prompt: Whimsical ocean gypsy under the moon's glow, ethereal beauty, mystical aura, solitary figure on the shore, cascading waves, moonlit reflections, shimmering silver and gold, intricate details in hair and attire, soft pastel color palette, dreamlike atmosphere, surreal and enchanting scene, evokes a sense of melancholy and longing, intricate linework, fantasy art style, digital illustration, by a fusion of Alphonse Mucha and Sulamith Wülfing, Artstation.
Prompt: Tried to take it all away
Learn her freedom, just inside a day
And find her soul to find their fears are laid
Tried to make her love their own
They took her love, they left her there
They gave her nothing back that she would want to own
Gold and silver rings and stones
Dances slowly off the moon
No one else could know she stands alone
Sleeping dreams will reach for her
She can not say the words they need
She knows she's alone and she is free
Ocean gypsy of the moon
The sun has made a thousand nights
For you to hold
Ocean gypsy, where are you?
The shadows followed by the stars
Have turned to gold
Turned to gold
Then she met a hollow soul
Filled him with her light and was consoled
She was the moon and he, the sun, was gold
Eyes were blinded with his light
The sun she gave reflected back the night
The moon was waning almost out of sight
Softly ocean gypsy calls
Silence holds the stars a while
They smile sadly for her where she falls
Just the time before the dawn
The sea is hushed, the ocean calls her
Day has taken her and now she's gone
Ocean gypsy of the moon
The sun has made a thousand nights
For you to hold
Ocean gypsy, where are you?
The shadows followed by the stars
Have turned to gold
Turned to gold
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
No one noticed when she died
Ocean gypsy shackled to the tide
The ebbing waves, the turning spreading white
Something gone within her eyes
Her fingers, lifeless, stroked the sand
Her battered soul was lost, she was abandoned
Silken threads like wings still shine
Wind swept pleasures still make patterns
In her lovely hair, so dark and fine
Stands on high beneath the seas
Cries no more, her tears have dried
Oceans weep for her, the ocean sighs
Ocean gypsy of the moon
The sun has made a thousand nights
For you to hold
Ocean gypsy, where are you?
The shadows followed by the stars
Have turned to gold
Turned to gold
Prompt: Enchanting Loreley by the river Rhine, mystical siren, flowing waters, silver stone, seashell in hand, mossy green surroundings, hypnotic golden eyes, legends and mysteries, eerie yet beautiful, ethereal queen of the river, winds whispering secrets, moonlit nights, haunting melodies, captivating lore, digital art, intricate details, atmospheric lighting, deep blues, greens, and golds, evoking a sense of enchantment and danger, Artstation.
Prompt: Mysterious ships arriving, strangers on the shore, pirate invasion, hidden villagers, dramatic coastline setting, ships docked in the bay, pirate crew disembarking, secretive plans, village under threat, smugglers sneaking in, confrontation with a smuggler, rugged and weathered sailor, unique encounter, stormy seas tales, philosophical conversations, emotional parting, poetic proposal, village farewell, seaside ambiance, coastal village scene, detailed illustration, narrative storytelling, dramatic lighting, sunset hues, ocean blues, sandy tones, rustic charm, digital artwork, emotional depth, by Brian Froud and Alan Lee, Artstation.
Prompt: Under the moonlit sky, a romantic scene unfolds:
A lone figure on a majestic white mare, under the willow tree's embrace, poetic setting, dreamy atmosphere, starlit night sky, soft moonlight, whimsical storytelling, vintage romance, emotional connection, rustic charm, folk tale inspiration, traditional attire, flowing fabrics, gentle expressions, heartfelt gaze, symbolic gestures, tender moment, love declaration, enchanting narrative, subtle details, evocative colors, warm and inviting lighting, artistically rendered, emotional depth, narrative-driven composition, by a blend of Alphonse Mucha and John William Waterhouse, Artstation.
Prompt: I remember the day when I got the call
Remember the day that I lost it all
I remember that day with a tear in my eye
Remember that day like it was only mine
A tragedy tapped on my shoulder and said hello
Yeah, and it took my soul
Like you, nothing's forever
Like you, some things just die
Like you, I am no better
Like you, we wait and see, because
Like me, the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Like, me the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Like me, like me, like me
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real like me
(Like me, like me, like me)
I remember the drive that we had to take
Remember the miles that made my heart shake
I remember the feel of loss in the air
Remember the sight of you everywhere
Insanity killed me and I never let it go
No, I never let it go
Like you, nothing's forever
Like you, some things just die
Like you, I am no better
Like you, we wait and see, because
Like me, the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Like me, the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Like me, like me, like me
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real like me
(Like me, like me, like me)
It's time to finally let it go
It's time to finally let it go
Like me, like me
Like me, the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Like me, the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Like me, like me, like me
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real like me
(Like me, like me, like me)
Prompt: I remember the day when I got the call
Remember the day that I lost it all
I remember that day with a tear in my eye
Remember that day like it was only mine
A tragedy tapped on my shoulder and said hello
Yeah, and it took my soul
Like you, nothing's forever
Like you, some things just die
Like you, I am no better
Like you, we wait and see, because
Like me, the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Like, me the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Like me, like me, like me
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real like me
(Like me, like me, like me)
I remember the drive that we had to take
Remember the miles that made my heart shake
I remember the feel of loss in the air
Remember the sight of you everywhere
Insanity killed me and I never let it go
No, I never let it go
Like you, nothing's forever
Like you, some things just die
Like you, I am no better
Like you, we wait and see, because
Like me, the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Like me, the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Like me, like me, like me
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real like me
(Like me, like me, like me)
It's time to finally let it go
It's time to finally let it go
Like me, like me
Like me, the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Like me, the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Like me, like me, like me
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real like me
(Like me, like me, like me)
Prompt: I remember the day when I got the call
Remember the day that I lost it all
I remember that day with a tear in my eye
Remember that day like it was only mine
A tragedy tapped on my shoulder and said hello
Yeah, and it took my soul
Like you, nothing's forever
Like you, some things just die
Like you, I am no better
Like you, we wait and see, because
Like me, the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Like, me the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Like me, like me, like me
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real like me
(Like me, like me, like me)
I remember the drive that we had to take
Remember the miles that made my heart shake
I remember the feel of loss in the air
Remember the sight of you everywhere
Insanity killed me and I never let it go
No, I never let it go
Like you, nothing's forever
Like you, some things just die
Like you, I am no better
Like you, we wait and see, because
Like me, the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Like me, the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Like me, like me, like me
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real like me
(Like me, like me, like me)
It's time to finally let it go
It's time to finally let it go
Like me, like me
Like me, the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Like me, the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Like me, like me, like me
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real like me
(Like me, like me, like me)
Prompt: They’ll never leave, my memories of bloodshed all around. I can see a tear on my father’s face, before it falls down, oh my enemy, how could I have ever let you down, oooh? And all these dreams are of stone, cut our tears and breaks our bones right here, cause it hurts sometimes and I’ve steel in my heart. We weep. Where is my home? I don’t recognize the faces anymore, ooh. Where is my friend, the one I’ve known since I was only just a kid, cause I think it’s time to say goodbye
Prompt: They’ll never leave, my memories of bloodshed all around. I can see a tear on my father’s face, before it falls down, oh my enemy, how could I have ever let you down, oooh? And all these dreams are of stone, cut our tears and breaks our bones right here, cause it hurts sometimes and I’ve steel in my heart. We weep. Where is my home? I don’t recognize the faces anymore, ooh. Where is my friend, the one I’ve known since I was only just a kid, cause I think it’s time to say goodbye
Prompt: Merrily we sailed along
Though the waves were plenty strong
Down the twisting river Rhine
Following a song
Legend's faded storyline
Tried to warn us all
Oh, they called her "Loreley"
Careful or you'll fall
Oh, the stories we were told
Quite a vision to behold
Mysteries of the seas in her eyes of gold
Laying on the silver stone, such a lonely sight
Barnacles become a throne, my poor Loreley
You would not believe your eyes, how a voice could hypnotize
Promises are only lies from Loreley
In a shade of mossy green, seashell in her hand
She was born the river queen, ne'er to grace the land
Oh, the song of Loreley
Charms the moon right from the sky
She will get inside your mind, loveley Loreley
When she cries "Be with me until the end of time"
You know you will ever be with your Loreley
Prompt: Merrily we sailed along
Though the waves were plenty strong
Down the twisting river Rhine
Following a song
Legend's faded storyline
Tried to warn us all
Oh, they called her "Loreley"
Careful or you'll fall
Oh, the stories we were told
Quite a vision to behold
Mysteries of the seas in her eyes of gold
Laying on the silver stone, such a lonely sight
Barnacles become a throne, my poor Loreley
You would not believe your eyes, how a voice could hypnotize
Promises are only lies from Loreley
In a shade of mossy green, seashell in her hand
She was born the river queen, ne'er to grace the land
Oh, the song of Loreley
Charms the moon right from the sky
She will get inside your mind, loveley Loreley
When she cries "Be with me until the end of time"
You know you will ever be with your Loreley
Prompt: Merrily we sailed along
Though the waves were plenty strong
Down the twisting river Rhine
Following a song
Legend's faded storyline
Tried to warn us all
Oh, they called her "Loreley"
Careful or you'll fall
Oh, the stories we were told
Quite a vision to behold
Mysteries of the seas in her eyes of gold
Laying on the silver stone, such a lonely sight
Barnacles become a throne, my poor Loreley
And the winds would cry, and many men would die
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley
And the winds would cry, and many men would die
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley
You would not believe your eyes, how a voice could hypnotize
Promises are only lies from Loreley
In a shade of mossy green, seashell in her hand
She was born the river queen, ne'er to grace the land
And the winds would cry, and many men would die
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley
And the winds would cry, and many men would die
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley
Oh, the song of Loreley
Charms the moon right from the sky
She will get inside your mind, loveley Loreley
When she cries "Be with me until the end of time"
You know you will ever be with your Loreley
And the winds would cry, and many men would die
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley
And the winds would cry, and many men would die
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley
And the winds would cry, and many men would die
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley
And the winds would cry, and many men would die
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley
Prompt: Over on the hill there grows a flower, growing quicker still more perfect than the hour. Deep with in the petals there is a tiny chair, all dressed in gold, the faerie Queen sits there.
It’s within her breaths that the crystal raindrops fall, and it is in her years, that she’s within us all.
As the willow bows to Her Majesty, all the forest flowers love her mystery. Who does not admire, who does not adore, who does not desire, nor wishes to see more?
Prompt: I can almost feel you walking in the distance but I know, that is not reality. If you are echoing around inside this parallel dimensions all along, know I'll find you in my dreams.
Prompt: A beautiful photorealistic woman with long flwing tresses swirling in a beautiful long and modest dress made of small glass tiles; very bold and clear light; bold and beautiful colours
Prompt: I am the prophet with the answers you seek. Time, I’ve unlocked it, I see past and future running free. There is a world where I help you get home, but that’s not a world I know.
I see a song of past romance, I see the sacrifice of man, I see portrayals of betrayals, and a brother’s final stand. I see you on the brink of death, I see you draw your final breath, I see a man who gets to make it home alive… but it’s no longer you.
Prompt: I am the prophet with the answers you seek. Time, I’ve unlocked it, I see past and future running free. There is a world where I help you get home, but that’s not a world I know.
I see a song of past romance, I see the sacrifice of man, I see portrayals of betrayals, and a brother’s final stand. I see you on the brink of death, I see you draw your final breath, I see a man who gets to make it home alive… but it’s no longer you.
Prompt: The spectral world. More detail with pen; trees, protagonists, other salient details. The greening of early spring. I wear a watermelon-colored dress and remember the man I danced with last night. I could live for months on the hope I derive from those few hours. I float through the air, and a handful of iridescent pink hearts are the kite that bears me aloft. Love magic is all around me. Iridescent watermelon pink. magic.
Prompt: There’s an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams,
Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams;
Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey,
And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday.
There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there’s moss about the pool,
And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool:
In the silent sunken pathways springs an herbage sparse and spare,
Where the musty scent of dead things dulls the fragrance of the air.
There is not a living creature in the lonely space around,
And the hedge-encompass’d quiet never echoes to a sound.
As I walk, and wait, and listen, I will often seek to find
When it was I knew that garden in an age long left behind;
I will oft conjure a vision of a day that is no more,
As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before.
Then a sadness settles o’er me, and a tremor seems to start:
For I know the flow’rs are shrivell’d hopes—the garden is my heart!
Prompt: There’s an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams,
Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams;
Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey,
And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday.
There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there’s moss about the pool,
And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool:
In the silent sunken pathways springs an herbage sparse and spare,
Where the musty scent of dead things dulls the fragrance of the air.
There is not a living creature in the lonely space around,
And the hedge-encompass’d quiet never echoes to a sound.
As I walk, and wait, and listen, I will often seek to find
When it was I knew that garden in an age long left behind;
I will oft conjure a vision of a day that is no more,
As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before.
Then a sadness settles o’er me, and a tremor seems to start:
For I know the flow’rs are shrivell’d hopes—the garden is my heart!
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