A music I love moreAs the finest of the greatest masters.Daily it sounds to me youSounds Daily louder and bolder.I love her very much, and yet, there isHours because I have to rebuke them,Then, for dying, the heart die so loves,A thunderstorm is not uncommon.She remains silent probably scared yet,But Takes die break was not long,And if I want the rest happyIs it again in the best way.Finally, I give myself into it yetAnd laugh: sound, let's let soundAnd stop by the house sunshineFour children jump feet.