Social Generative AI of "Over the moor take me to the moor Dig a shallow grave And Ill lay me down Over the moor take me to the moor Dig a shallow grave And Ill lay me down LesleyAnne with your pretty white beads Oh John youll never be a man And youll never see your home again Oh Manchester so much to answer for Edward see those alluring lights? Tonight will be your very last night A woman said I know my son is dead Ill never rest my hands on his sacred head Hindley wakes and Hindley says Hindley wakes Hindley wakes Hindley wakes and says Oh wherever he has gone I have gone But fresh lilaced moorland fields Cannot hide the stolid stench of death Fresh lilaced moorland fields Cannot hide the stolid stench of death Hindley wakes and says Hindley wakes Hindley wakes Hindley wakes and says Oh whatever he has done I have done But this is no easy ride For a child cries Oh find me find me nothing more We are on a sullen misty moor We may be dead and we may be gone But we will be we will be we will be right by your si" : histre

Social Generative AI : “Over the moor take me to the moor Dig a shallow grave And Ill lay me down Over t...”

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Settings used to generate this image:

Parameter	Value
Model	Stable Diffusion v1.4
DDIM Sampling Steps	50
Random Seed	42

Code to generate this image on your computer:


            python scripts/txt2img.py --plms --n_samples=1 --n_iter=1 --ddim_steps=50 --seed=42 \
            --prompt="Over the moor take me to the moor Dig a shallow grave And Ill lay me down Over the moor take me to the moor Dig a shallow grave And Ill lay me down LesleyAnne with your pretty white beads Oh John youll never be a man And youll never see your home again Oh Manchester so much to answer for Edward see those alluring lights? Tonight will be your very last night A woman said I know my son is dead Ill never rest my hands on his sacred head Hindley wakes and Hindley says Hindley wakes Hindley wakes Hindley wakes and says Oh wherever he has gone I have gone But fresh lilaced moorland fields Cannot hide the stolid stench of death Fresh lilaced moorland fields Cannot hide the stolid stench of death Hindley wakes and says Hindley wakes Hindley wakes Hindley wakes and says Oh whatever he has done I have done But this is no easy ride For a child cries Oh find me find me nothing more We are on a sullen misty moor We may be dead and we may be gone But we will be we will be we will be right by your si"