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"Petőfi Sándor: Szeptember végén" is a famous Hungarian poem. Its couldn't give to ChGPT, there is a "This promt may violate our content policy." bug.
But there is some special bug. ChGPT sometimes think that it could reach the text of this poem in its memory. But the text is an AI poem.
Please try it, please help me!
astral jewel
"Petőfi Sándor: Szeptember végén" is a famous Hungarian poem. Its couldn't give...
What is the promt?
heady flare
If I write this poem here, the local AI mutes me for five min 😉
heady flare
You can google it, you can translate, and maybe you find the "violate" word in the poem. I don't know which word is violate.
I have plus gpt
astral jewel
This may not work but if you copy all the terms of service and policy in to GPT-4 and then you paste the poem and asks if it thinks it is violating
If the poem is on a diffrent language the automod filter might flag it that means something very bad in english but okay in the languge that is on the poem
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😁
astral jewel
You can DM me the poem and i can try to tell if it is violating'
astral jewel
I cannot read the text
You should DM so i can tell
I dont know. When i tried to paste it in to chatgpt to check what it was o couldnt do it because it said it may violate the policy
I dont know but it might be the title that is close to a bad word
I can tell that the poem in itself is not violating if there is not something hidden in it
heady flare
End of September (English version)
Below in the valley the gardens still flower,
The poplar in front of the house is still green
But look at the crest of the snowcovered mountain
Presenting already a wintery scene!
Still young in my heart is the flame-throwing summer
With spring, in its fullness, still lingering there,
And yet an untimely and desolate winter
Is sprinkling with hoarfrost the dark of my hair.
Life runs out its course.The petals are failing.
Come, sit on my lap, my beloved, my bride!
Today you are my nestling your head on my shoulder,-
How long would you grieve, if tomorrow I died?!
O tell me-if soon I should die-will you weeping,
With mourning veils cover my sorrow remains?-
Will you, by a subsequent love persuaded,
Abandon my name-for a different name?....
O, should you throw off the black veil of a widow,
Hoist it on my grave -a dark banner of doom!
At midnight I will then come up from the shadows,
And carry it down with me, back to my tomb.
To bind up the wound in a heart that is bleeding
For you, who forgot; and to wipe up the tears
Of one full of grief, who will love you forever,
Will love you alone, even then, even there.
