The land with no name thus the angel for it's the house of the angel of respect for it's fill with respect to touch a heart with respect but for one who see a open window thus it's like a open door to the angel of respect for every open window thus a bird will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect just to see the sun is like looking in the eyes of the angel of respect but yet the land of the stars is the house of respect.
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