Artificial intelligent assistant

Generate a poem in the iambic pentameter format.

Travel

I long to travel to many lands afar,
The taste of places unknown I must explore;
To journey through mountains so tall and wide,
To feel the wind upon my face outside;
To take in all the sights I can behold,
From vibrant cities to nature's expansive fold.

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