When it's night for some where the angel of respect is filling a heart with respect but when the star shine for it's the child that will touch the air with respect but to look in the eyes of the angel child for one will see respect thus the child is the angel f respect and yet the child of the angel will touch a heart with respect.
For when it's night for there the child of respect with a sparkle in the eyes of the angel child for who's heart been fill with respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect just to feel the morning sun is like being touch by the rose of the angel child that fill every rose with respect every min that one feel the touch for it's the angel child that touch once heart and yet the child of the angel will touch a heart with respect.
Time after time for the child of respect touch every heart with respect for one who wish for the touch of respect is one that the child of the angel touch with respect thus for every rose that been touch for the sun shall warm once heart with the touch of respect night after night for one wish for the touch of respect but when one wish for respect for one see a rose that is in bloom and yet the child of the angel will touch a heart with respect.
Here a long night but every star that shine is the eyes of the child of the angel that fill the air with the touch of respect but for eve eyes that been touch with respect for every min that the child of the angel touch a heart the more a rose bloom in full with the touch of respect and yet the child of the angel will touch a heart with respect.
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