Happiness overflowing soul.
And ask what? I don't know.
And the arm is taken up the verse,
Because the soul is the light I have
Like the sun, torn from the breast,
Below its heat to give to someone.
And rays rushing toward the children
And I think all I'm a mother!
Press want the whole world,
To all humble and warm.
To the souls blooming miracle-color,
To its rays of people to live
