For when the night slowly move in yet the stars shall sparkle in the night for every sparkle is the sparkle of the angel for who's heart is fill with respect just to see the stars for one feel a warm smile and yet for every warm smile is the smile of respect but for the night one wish to feel the touch of respect.
Where there a star thus there is the moon light of life but for every rose that bloom shall bloom in the night for it's respect that the rose wish to feel just to see the light is like seeing a angel with eyes like a diamond in the night and yet the night one wish to feel the touch of respect.
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