When the sun raise thus a rose will bloom with the touch of respect but just to feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air for every bird that one see thus one will wish for the touch of respect but for every rose that been touch with respect for every rose will touch a heart that wish for respect and yet for when it's night thus the angel of respect will fill the air.
The more one wish for the touch of respect the more the bird that one see will sing for a heart that wish for respect thus for every min that one feel the night breeze that whisper for it's the angel that whisper respect to touch a heart with respect thus the more the angel whisper the more the birds will sing for a heart that wish for respect and yet for when it's night thus the angel of respect will fill the air.
The more the birds sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect the more a rose will touch a heart that wish for the touch of respect for one who look to the sky thus one will see a star that twinkle in the sky but for every twinkle is the twinkle of respect thus just to touch a rose is like being touch by the light of life and yet for when it's night thus the angel of respect will fill the air.
For every rose that been touch with respect thus for every min that one see a bird that thus the bird of the angel of respect shall touch the sky with the touch of respect but when the sun touch the morning sky for one will feel a warm smile that will warm a heart that wish for the touch of respect for every moment that one wish for the touch of respect thus for every warm smile shall touch a rose with respect and yet for when it's night thus the angel of respect will fill the air.
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