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    a tall and sweet woman walking through the streets in business attire with stockings, skirt, blouse an blazer on a rainy day, her hair is wet and her makeup is runny, but her mood is still bright

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    a tall and sweet woman walking through the streets in business attire with stockings, skirt, white blouse and blazer on a rainy day, her hair a nd clothes are dripping wet and her makeup is runny, but her mood is still bright woman, very tall, rain, (soaking wet hair, runny makeup:1.5), smile, sweet face, long hair
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    Es neigte ein Schwanenkönig Seinen Hals auf das Wasser hinab Sein Gefieder war wei﷿ wie am ersten Tag Rein wie Sirenenton Und im Glitzern der Morgensonne Sieht er in den Spiegel der Wellen hinein Und mit brechenden Augen wei﷿ er Das wird sein Abschied sein Wenn ein Schwan singt, schweigen die Tiere Wenn ein Schwan singt, lauschen die Tiere Und sie raunen sich leise zu, raunen sich leise zu Es ist ein Schwanenkönig, der in Liebe stirbt Und es began der Schwanenkönig Zu singen sein erstes Lied, Unter der Trauerweide Wo er sein Leben geliebt Und er singt in den schönsten Tönen Die man je auf Erden gehört Von der Schönheit dieser Erde Die ihn unsterblich betört Wenn ein Schwan singt, schweigen die Tiere Wenn ein Schwan singt, lauschen die Tiere Und sie raunen sich leise zu, raunen sich leise zu Es ist ein Schwanenkönig, der in Liebe stirbt Und es singt der Schwanenkönig Seinen ganzen letzten Tag Bis sich die Abendsonne Still ins Dunkelrot flieht Lautlos die Trauerweide Senkt ihre Blätter wie Lanzen hinab Leiser und leiser die Töne Bis das letzte Licht im Gesang verglüht Wenn ein Schwan singt, lauschen die Tiere Wenn ein Schwan singt, schweigen die Tiere Und sie neigen sich tief hinab, raunen sich leise zu Es ist ein Schwanenkönig, der in Liebe stirbt
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    So will ich ihnen vom Verächtlichsten sprechen: das aber ist der letzte Mensch.« Und also sprach Zarathustra zum Volke: Es ist an der Zeit, da﷿ der Mensch sich sein Ziel stecke. Es ist an der Zeit, da﷿ der Mensch den Keim seiner höchsten Hoffnung pflanze. Noch ist sein Boden dazu reich genug. Aber dieser Boden wird einst arm und zahm sein, und kein hoher Baum wird mehr aus ihm wachsen können.[ Wehe! Es kommt die Zeit, wo der Mensch nicht sehr den Pfeil seiner Sehnsucht über den Menschen hinaus wirft, und die Sehne seines Bogens verlernt hat, zu schwirren! Ich sage euch: man mu﷿ noch Chaos in sich haben, um einen tanzenden Stern gebären zu können. Ich sage euch: ihr habt noch Chaos in euch. Wehe! Es kommt die Zeit, wo der Mensch keinen Stern mehr gebären wird. Wehe! Es kommt die Zeit des verächtlichsten Menschen, der sich selber nicht mehr verachten kann. Seht! Ich zeige euch den letzten Menschen.
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    the liquid time of shut summer afternoon, through the window shades sunbeams trickle into the room, illuminating the lazy dust partcles in the air, so they seem like miniscule fireflies. the shadow of the ceiling ventilator makes its way slowly along the floor and the walls. on the table is a near empty bottle of whisky. a hand holds a full glass of it with a big melting icecube. the hand belongs to a woman with ash blonde hair and empty eyes. she is past her prime but still retains a shimmer of her former beauty. her lips are curled in a self deprecating smile as she reminisces the crossroads of her life choices and where she thinks she lost her way. woman, drinking,
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    a woman with absurdly long black hair and clad in a semitransparent white gown is riding a pitch black horse on a pittoressque beach in full gallop without a saddle. her hair is flowing in the wind as the horses hooves splash into the shallow waves at the waterline. her face is happy, almost ecstatic, as the wind and sun fight for enhancing her otherworldly beauty. in the background jagged rocks and cliffs hit by enormous waves give the image a hard contrast with the gebaute of the riding girl. the scene is both ethereal and menacing at the same time.
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