Araffe sitting on a branch with the sun setting in the background

<lora:LCM_LoRA_Weights_SD15:1> Climbing up on Solsbury Hill I could see the city light Wind was blowing, time stood still Eagle flew out of the night He was something to observe Came in close, I heard a voice Standing, stretching every nerve I had to listen, had no choice I did not believe the information Just had to trust imagination My heart going "Boom-boom-boom" "Son, " he said "Grab your things, I've come to take you home"