When the sun shine thus one see a bird that will touch the morning blue sky but for every touch of the blue sky is the angel of respect that touch the land for a heart to feel the land of respect just to feel the sun ray is like being touch by the light of life and yet every rose that bloom is the rose of respect but for where there the angel there a twinkle of respect.
Time after time for every rose that one see shall bloom with the touch of respect but when one see a bird for it will sing a sweet song of respect that will fill a heart oh what a lovely day for a lovely lily to touch a heart with respect just to look to the sky for one shall see the eyes of the angel of respect thus it's the angel that fill a heart with respect and yet for where there the angel there a twinkle of respect.
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