Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): That Dove
Output (English): a i look at that dove fly away fly through that shin ray i wish to be that dove to have it gentle wisdom and love oh how wonderful it would be to fly that high through that incredible glitter sky then i think about this war and of the poor where they be one day live happily with the bread they find then suddenly a kaabooma a loud horrify sound you hear the sound of death a the bomb drop & x85 one two three those people long to be free oh how they so wish to fly away like that dove so free to take their love one and flea i too want to be this dove to escape the hatred and enter the love if only if this war be not here then all will gather in love instead of fear