I have a hand on a balcony
The wind kisses me
The sun caresses me
The leaves just as pleased as me
I sit back in my porch chair true
The visit becomes you
The stairs will lift you
This house over excited to keep you
To tend the various gardens
to listen to the mysterious combination of nature
The secrets
The castle I have built is more than a shelter
it's a fit legacy
300 years to those who own the future
Those who go onto own the house on singing hill
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