Where there land of the sun for one will see the land of roses that will be touch with respect but to the family that touch the land with respect thus every rose that one see been fill with the touch of respect thus for every touch of respect for one will see a bird that will sing for a heart to be touch with respect and yet the land of the roses is the land of respect.
When one walk in the land of roses thus for one will feel the touch of respect in the air just to feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air for every whisper in the morning is the whisper of respect that will fill once heart for one who feel the touch of respect thus once eyes shall twinkle in the night the more respect touch once heart the more a rose shall bloom and yet the land of roses is the land of respect.
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