Here one feel the touch of a child for who's eyes twinkle in the night with the touch of respect but every min that one look in the eyes of the child the more one feel the touch of respect but when it's morning for the birds will touch the sky with respect but for every bird that one see will sing for a heart that wish for touch of respect when the sun touch the sky and yet the child of the angel is the child of respect.
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