wat Stoni Mohoni
A music I love more
As the finest of the greatest masters.
Daily it sounds to me you
Sounds Daily louder and bolder.
I love her very much, and yet, there is
Hours 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 happy
Is it again in the best way.
Finally, I give myself into it yet
And laugh: sound, let's let sound
And stop by the house sunshine
Four children jump feet.
