For Every Min The Moon Shine Thus There The Angel. Comments

For when one feel the touch of the sun thus every rose shall bloom with the touch of respect but when one look to the sky for one see a star that twinkle in once eyes just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air the more one wish for the touch of respect the more one see the angel that will fill a heart and yet for every min the moon shine thus there the angel.
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