nada hassib Biography

On a foggy night, A man sat and turned his torn light of woe,
screamed the man with tearful eyes

''why am I a tree that continues to crouch instead of continuing to grow''
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Oh young night,
under the stars she'd often sit and gaze,
filled her eyes with sad tears,
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Tears are words that the heart can't express.

For it was not into my ears you whispered... but into my heart.
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What’s an I without a We
its nothing as you can clearly see

for a person cannot live without a friend to be
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