For when the night breeze whisper for it whisper for the touch of respect the more the night breeze whisper for every tree been touch with respect but the more that the trees feel the night breeze the more it turn green but for every bird that touch the night sky feel the touch of respect and yet the angel that fill the trees with respect.
The more the trees feel the touch of respect for some where there a heart that felt the touch of respect but for who's heart felt the touch of respect for when one wish for the touch of respect for a rose shall be touch with respect just to feel the night breeze is like feeling the touch of respect but yet the angel that fill the trees with respect.
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