I wandered far through midsummer haze, A kiss of wind across my face. You stood like a poem I once knew, In that silent dusk, the sky turning blue. --ar 16:9 --p 77yzy9t --q 2 --s 250 --v 7.0
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A bustling street in ancient Rome during the height of the empire — detailed cobbled roads, market stalls...