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![“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/1920w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vYTU5OWNjZjYtOTcwMC00ODNjLWEyMjctYmU1MWNmNmExYzk3LmpwZWc.webp)
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Prompt
“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.
7 months ago
Model
Kandinsky 2.2
Guidance Scale
7
Dimensions
4992 × 3328