For when the sun touch the sky for one will feel a warm smile that will warm once heart with respect but for every touch of respect the more one will feel the touch of the sun that will fill the air with respect thus it's the angel that one feel and yet for every rose there a star of respect.
Thus every min that one wish for the touch of respect for every heart that wish for the touch of respect for one shall see the sun that will warm a heart with respect just to feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air for every whisper is the angel of respect and yet for every rose thus there a star of respect.
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