Original fairy tale

Once upon a time there was a very old man who lives between two really high monitors. These monitors or near his house, and there were so high, and big that it took a long time to walk to the other side. So the old man told his family that they should all held together, or they should all help him to move the mountains away. And he said that they could put the earth and stone into the sea because it's big enough to hold everything. So they all started digging the mountain. And the old man and his family began to move some of the dirt and stone to the sea. And one day, a clever man from the other village, visited the old man. And so he and his children were working on moving the mountains and the clever guy told the old man that he could never do it because he was too old. As soon as the man finished talking to old man said that his family could continue to move the mountains, even after he died. And his family will live and grow, but the mountains could never get bigger. So the old man and his family kept on digging, day after day and year after year, finally. Oka was so moved that he said to God's to move the mountains away for him.


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Damask - Victor's Son

CharNG, 8-gram model, Markov chaining, Rest are default
Bensonofjohn-markov generator, Markov text - N=1

So dumb.
write him, upon me - The public measure,
thus Damask the forget man will get to the shore.
“Be humble,” he said,
“It brings me to think if I am a fleets-grew.”
from these adult bad,
As some praise.

There is no stars shine twice.
some praise: “beloved as from these adult bad.”
As some praise: “youth, so dumb.”
As some praise.

Confused, and you shall be kind on Damask’s son of the bright.
Thus Damask of the bright shall be kind on hopes, speak of my live.

Forget me not forgetful.
Slight pinch of my confined eyes.
And here, record my youth,
or let me not promise - in it was then youth and young.
Or let me not think with compared fed state.
Mounting.

Beloved as victors of my loving one. His name.

Write him, upon me:
About a slight of sparkling.
As victors of think have hopes, speak of the bright;
Then pure moods is behind.

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