When who wait for the sun raise to touch the blue sky and yet every min that one wait the more one wish for the touch of respect thus every birds that one see shall fill the blue sky with respect every rose that bloom will touch a heart with respect but yet the night sky of respect is the house of the angel.
Where there a heart that wish to feel the touch of a angel thus one see a star with a twinkle but to look in the eyes of a angel is like seeing one by candle light yet every candle light is like the light of the moon that touch the night sky with the light of life yet the night sky of respect is the house of the angel.
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