text: **USER**: Namaste, sahab. Aap kaise hain?
  
  **ASSISTANT**: Main theek hoon, dhanyavaad. Aap kaise hain?
  
  **USER**: Main bhi theek hoon. Aapko pata hai, main aaj thoda pareshaan hoon.
  
  **ASSISTANT**: Kyon? Kya hua?
  
  **USER**: Meri behen ki shaadi hai aur main uske liye ek gaana likhna chahta hoon. Lekin mujhe kuchh bhi achha nahi aa raha hai.
  
  **ASSISTANT**: Koi baat nahi. Main aapki madad karungi. Aap mujhe lyrics bataiye, main aapke liye ek gaana compose karungi.
  
  **USER**: Waah, bahut achha. Aapko bahut dhanyavaad.
  
  **ASSISTANT**: Aapke liye kuchh bhi, sahab.
seed: ': "Opening Crawl\nThe heavy thunder of the turbo-lasers was a familiar lullaby for the month that the 242nd had been on the planet. Every single force-forsaken world was a fortress, and the CIS had time to prepare for a siege. This was their training in a nutshell, what they had lived for. Even as they landed on the harsh desert planet proper, the ray shields were seen for kilometers around. There was truly only one way to cut through ray shields like that, with either infantry or constant bombardment. Since the ray shields covered everything, and the droids had every entrance covered...there was only one thing to do.\nClone Comman
usecase: Creating custom music compositions to accompany provided lyrics or poems.
  Assisting in designing and improving user experience for digital products.
  Act as an expert in a specialized field and provide in-depth explanations using technical language and citations.