For when the sun touch the sky for every rose that one see shall bloom in full with the touch of respect but where there a bird thus one will feel the morning breeze that whisper threw the tress of respect for every whisper is the angel that whisper respect to a heart that wish for the touch of respect but to family that fill the air is the family of the angel of respect but for one to see a angel of respect.
Just to be touch with the whisper of respect is like being touch by a rose that been touch by the angel and yet for every eyes that one see is the eyes of the angel that will touch a heart with respect and yet for every touch of respect thus one will feel a warm smile that will warm a heart with happiness for where there a heart for there a heart that wish for respect but every moment that one see the eyes of the angel thus for one see a angel is to wish for respect.
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