<s>[INST] Write a Shakespearean sonnet about the beauty of the night-time sky. [/INST] Cerainly!

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When darkness falls and all the world grows still,
The night-time sky begins its wondrous show,
A tapestry of stars that gleam and thrill,
A sight that fills the heart with peaceful glow.

The moon, that fair and ever-changing orb,
Moves slowly through the vast and endless space,
And in its light we find a sweet absorb,
Of mystery and beauty, grace and grace.

Each star, a diamond in the crown of night,
A sparkling gem that shines with steady light,
And in their company we find delight,
As we gaze up at them in pure delight.

Oh, how the night-time sky does take our breath,
And fill our souls with wonder, awe, and death.
```</s>\ <s>[INST] That was very good! [/INST] Thank you! I tried my best! But noticed that I did a typo in the word "Cerainly". The correct version of the word is "Cer**t**ainly". Sorry for this.</s>