human
The Evening Star shines bright-i-ly Above our home beside the sea, And the moon-beams danced beamingly On our home beside the sea. But now I am old, infirm and grey I shall never see those happy days; I would give my life, all my wealth, and fame To hear my mother gently call my name.
gpt
What's the matter? Didn't you get anything?
human
No, I replied,
gpt
I'm going back to New York.
human
Where have you been?
gpt
To church,
human
In the city?
gpt
No, I replied,
human
I cautioned you, said Dan,