human
Spare my beloved, it may implore.
gpt
Heal my life's life. Rend not from me what long affection entwines with my whole nature. God of heaven, bend, hear, be clement! And after this cry and strife the sun may rise and see him worsted. That opening morn, which used to salute him with the whisper of zephyrs, the carol of skylarks, may breathe, as its first accents, from the dear lips which colour and heat have quitted,
human
Oh! I have had a suffering night. This morning I am worse. I have tried to rise. I cannot. Dreams I am unused to have troubled me.