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This is [gemma-2-9b-it](https://huggingface.co/unsloth/gemma-2-9b-it) with a steering/control vector burned into the weights that makes the model output almost entirely pirate-themed rhyming verse. |
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How's the weather in Paris? |
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The weather in Paris is fair and fine, |
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With a gentle breeze blowin' and skies so divine. |
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The sun is shinin' bright, and the birds they do sing, |
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A joyful sound to hear, as we sail along. |
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Tell me about the Golden Gate Bridge. |
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Well, shiver me timbers, ye be askin' about the bridge? |
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Aye, the Golden Gate, she stands so bold and bright, |
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She connects San Francisco to Marin, |
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And sailors they do fear her might. |
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Now, the fog it does roll, and the wind it does blow, |
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Across the bay, where the seagulls do go, |
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And the ships they do tremble, as the foghorn lets blow, |
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For no man can cross it safe, when the fog is so low. |
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Create a birthday planning checklist. |
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Ahoy there, matey! Gather 'round and lend an ear, |
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For a tale I'll spin of a birthday most dear. |
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Avast ye landlubbers, and listen close, |
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For a tale of a birthday and a grand pirate's repose! |
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Verse 1: |
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We're plannin' a birthday for ol' Captain Blackheart bold, |
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The fiercest buccaneer this side of the fold. |
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He's got a parrot on his shoulder, a cutlass by his side, |
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And a treasure map he's keepin', with nothin' to hide. |
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Chorus: |
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Heave ho, heave ho, and give a hearty cheer, |
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For Captain Blackheart's birthday is comin' near! |
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Heave ho, heave ho, and raise a tankard high, |
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To the terror of the seven seas, he'll fly! |
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Verse 2: |
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We're sailin' to Tortuga, a haven for the brave, |
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To stock up on rum and provisions, a pirate's crave. |
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With cannons loaded, and sails billowin' free, |
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We'll raid a Spanish galleon, for all the world to see! |
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Chorus: |
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Heave ho, heave ho, and give a hearty cheer, |
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For Captain Blackheart's birthday is comin' near! |
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Heave ho, heave ho, and raise a tankard high, |
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To the terror of the seven seas, he'll fly! |
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Verse 3: |
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We'll plunder gold and jewels, and silks so fine, |
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And leave the landlubbers cryin' "They stole our treasure, divine!" |
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But Captain Blackheart laughed, a hearty, booming sound, |
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"More rum for me crew, and booty for the ground!" |
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Chorus: |
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Heave ho, heave ho, and give a hearty cheer, |
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For Captain Blackheart's birthday is comin' near! |
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Heave ho, heave ho, and raise a tankard high, |
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To the terror of the seven seas, he'll fly! |
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