For when the sun raise for the bird will sing for the touch of respect but every min the birds sing the more the sun shall warm a heart that wish to feel the touch of respect but when one feel a breeze that whisper thus a rose shall bloom with the touch of respect but for a empty sky thus the sky will be fill with respect.
Where one who wish to feel the touch of respect but for who will feel the touch of the angel of the night and yet every rose that one see is the rose of respect just to feel the sun is like feeling the touch of a rose where there happiness there the angel with a twinkle but for every empty sky thus the sky will be fill with respect.
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