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You can ask it to avoid all that, here's an example about ancient Dacia:
The night breeze whispers soft and low,
As Dacia sleeps beneath the stars' glow,
Zalmoxe's shadow stretches long and thin,
A specter of the ancient world within.
His voice, a murmur on the wind,
Calls out to those who long have sinned,
But in the dark, he cannot be seen,
His presence felt in visions and dreams.
A thousand years have come and gone,
Yet still his legend carries on,
Of gods and myths and magic spells,
Whose echoes through the ages dwell.
And so, the night remains his own,
A realm of shadows, truth unknown,
Where Zalmoxe wanders free and wild,
The ancient spirit of a forgotten child.
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