human
In the ancient town of Bruges, In the quaint old Flemish city, As the evening shades descended, Low and loud, and sweetly blended, Low at times and loud at times, And changing like a poet's rhymes, Rang the beautiful wild chimes From the belfry in the market Of the ancient town of Bruges.
gpt
Belfry
human
I beheld the pageants, splendid, That adorned those days of old: Stately dames like queens attended, Knights who bore the Fleece of Gold,