When one don't feel respect for there no stars to see but one feel the night breeze that whisper in the air for what one feel is emptiness and yet one wish for the touch of respect for every min that one wish for respect yet for one who wish for the touch of respect.
Some where a angel for who wait to fill once heart with the touch of respect but when one see a star thus the star is the angel that will fill once heart just to feel the night breeze for every min that one wait thus one see the eyes of a angel for who's heart is fill with respect but yet for one who wish for the touch of respect.
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