Where there a tree for one will feel the morning breeze that whisper threw the tree with the touch of respect but when one see the birds for every will sing for a heart with the touch of respect thus where there a tree for one will see the eyes of the angel that will fill once heart with the touch of respect but when one feel a warm smile thus one feel the smile of the sun and yet where there a lovely face thus here the angel of respect.
For every lovely face is the face of the angel for who will touch a heart with respect but for who's eyes will shine in the night yet when the moon raise to the night sky for it will fill the night air with the touch of respect just to feel the night breeze is like feeling the touch of a rose that been touch with respect where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect for one feel a warm smile and yet where there a lovely face thus there the angel of respect.
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