For when one stand in the night thus one can see the star that twinkle in the night sky but yet one could feel the night breeze whisper the name to be touch with respect for every touch is the touch of the light of life thus life is special and yet the night that the breeze whisper the name for respect.
Thus for every min that the breeze whisper the name for respect the more the night breeze whisper he name for the light of life just to feel the touch of respect is like feeling the touch of a rose that been touch by the angel of respect and yet the night that the breeze whisper the name for respect.
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