I was the little mouse hiding from hungry cats.
Sounds of gunshots filled the air.
My baby kicking like an electric zap.
I could hear the sound of people screaming in agony. ...
All love that has not friendship for its base,
Is like a mansion built upon the sand.
Though brave its walls as any in the land,
And its tall turrets lift their heads in grace;
Though skillful and accomplished artists trace
Most beautiful designs on every hand,
And gleaming statues in dim niches stand,
And mountains play in some flow'r-hidden place:
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