For Every Min That The Breeze Whisper For There Is Respect. Comments

For when the sun raise for one will feel the breeze that whisper min the air but every bird that touch the blue sky is fill with respect thus where there a heart that wish for respect for one will see the angel that fill once heart with the touch of respect and yet for every min that the breeze whisper for there is respect.


Thu where there a warm smile for there a angel with the touch of respect to fill once heart that wish for the touch of respect but when one look to the sky for what one see is the eyes of a angel with eyes that sparkle with the touch of respect and yet for every min that the breeze whisper for there is respect.
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