Thus The More Stars That One See For One Will See The Angel. - Poem by Raymond Sawyer
When the night sky i clear thus one will a star with a twinkle for every twinkle that one see shall touch once heart with respect for respect to the family mean a lot to the family for who's heart is full of respect but just to see a star for what one see is the eyes of the angel that fill the night sky with the stars of respect and yet thus the more stars that one see for one will see the angel.
When there a heart that wish to feel the touch of respect is the heart that wish for the respect the more one wish for respect the moon the stars will shine in the night with respect in the eyes of the stars that will fill once heart with the touch of respect but just when one see the new moon thus one feel the light of life and yet thus the more stars that one see for one will see the angel.
Where there blue sky thus one shall see a bird that will touch the blue sky with respect that will fill a heart but for every rose that been touch will touch a heart that wish for the touch of respect yet for who's heart will be fill with the touch of respect just to hear the birds sing for a heart that wish for respect but where there happiness for the more the sun shall fill the air with respect and yet thus the more stars that one see for one will see the angel.
Every moment that one look to the night sky for there a sparkle in the night sky that will feel the night air with respect but yet when one see a star for one seethe eyes of the angel that fill the stars with respect to fill a heart that wish for the touch of respect thus every rose that is in full bloom been touch with respect and yet thus the more stars that one see for one will see the angel.
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