human
While the morrow's stars are glowing, In the dials of the morn, I will start upon the journey, To the land where I was born. So he gathered up his chattels, Springing spryly on his steed, Made inquiry of the warrior,
gpt
Which of us shall take the lead?
human
Leave the tribe and reservation, For a journey to the East, Where the tribesmen dwell together, Meet serenely, drink and feast, In a land where peace and pleasure Vie each other in the pace, Where the hopes of life are brightest To the fallen human race.