Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): Spinning in the Feilds
Output (English): i go around not make a sound i'm bound to go very far when i lay down i see the star go round and round no one have find me yet i think i meet an angel properly oh no i've be find i make a sound i will now have to mop i will not get my pop but i do not deserve it i wish i be back in the feilds