For where there a garden for one will see a rose that in full bloom and yet every rose that been touch with respect is the rose of the angel that touch a rose with respect to touch a heart that wish for respect but for every rose that touch a heart is like feel a warm smile that fill the air with respect just to look to the sky for every star that one see is the angel that fill the night air with respect to fill a heart that wish for respect and yet for one who see the sun thus one feel respect.
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