Time And Place
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Songs of birds, laughs of children
I always appreciate and adore.
That night when trapped in a forest
With many high shrill, heard,
I didn't fear and moved on
When heard a child's laugh
Almost I was a senseless
Feared to death
The thing which we love or hate
Depends upon the time and place
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