human
One sentence more, said the boy, was yet to be written. The Master bad him write quickly.
gpt
The sentence is now written, said the boy. And the dear Saint knew that the end was come, and asked them to receive his head into their hands. And there sitting, facing the holy place where he had been used to pray, he sang his last song of praise,
human
Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost, and