When one who walk in the Forrest is one who shall be touch by respect that is in the air and yet for one feel the morning breeze that whisper threw once hair for it's the angel that whisper in the air of one who wish for the touch of respect but just to see the birds touch the morning sky is like feeling the touch of the sun that warm a heart with happiness for when the sun is there a warm smile that will warm a heart but for when the moon raise for the light that touch a heart is the light of life thus for one who walk in the Forrest of respect.
Thus for the land that been touch with respect for a heart shall feel the touch of respect for every rays by the sun is the rays of the angel for who's eyes one will see in the night but when one feel the rays for a rose shall bloom in full with the touch of respect by the angel of respect for who's house is the sky for one who walk in the Forrest of respect.
Oh Forrest of respect for where the angel that touch you with respect for there a heart that wish for the touch of respect and yet the sun warm a heart with happiness look to the sky for what one see is the bird that touch the sky with respect for the bird is the angel of respect night after night for one wish for the touch of respect the more one wish the more one shall see the family that will fill a heart with respect and yet for one who walk in the Forrest of respect.
Some where a bird sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect for when one see a bird for it's the angel with a rose of respect to touch a heart but yet for every star that touch the sky for a heart will feel the star that touch the night sky with respect every moment that a bird touch the sky thus the more a rose shall bloom in full thus for one who walk in the Forrest of respect.
To wish for one will see a falling that will touch every heart that wish for the angel of respect oh what night for here one stand under the stars that will touch a heart thus for the sky is the house of the angel for who shall warm a heart with the touch of respect and yet when a rose bloom thus one will se a blue bird that will touch the sky with respect for one who walk in the Forrest of respect.
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