[go all the way] (by GPT-2)

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At nighttime light your things in a dark place,
like the light of a dead coal;
fly as a bird is moved by the sky,
once a breeze stops its blowing;
sacrifice your life to a dove, the wretch
where your hurtings were born, to a tailed cloud,
each stuttering blossom;
overcome the conundrum of life,
refuse those who sell it, empty yourself into it.
Shine like the light of a candle,
strong as a mustang's heart, come to it,
like a mule stumbles alone at night.

--- by GPT-2 1558M