For when the sun raise thus a rose will bloom in full just to see the sun is like feeling the morning breeze that whisper in the air and yet for every min that one see a rose thus the birds will sing to fill the morning sky with respect yet the eyes in the night is the eyes of the angel.
Where there a lily for one will dance to feel the sun but yet every moment that one dance the more the birds will sing yet when the breeze whisper as the sun shine on once face with respect thus for every touch of respect the more he eyes in the night will twinkle in the night sky but the eyes in the night is the eyes of the angel.
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