Hassan Saeed
Drama Children Stories
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Hickory dickory dock, it’s the dooms day clock, The clock struck three, there’s nowhere to flee..... Hickory dickory dock, it’s the dooms day clock, The clock struck three, there...
This time she hoped she could wash her sin. This time she hoped she could wash her sin.
He had tried, so long, but all in vain; He had tried, so long, but all in vain;
I promise you, my dear heart, I won't be able to bring the moon on floor.... I promise you, my dear heart, I won't be able to bring the moon on floor......
Why bother with clocks if they Don’t measure the most important things, Like dust, I let gath... Why bother with clocks if they Don’t measure the most important things, L...
Just when the sharp axe was cleansed and ready to bore into the bark Just when the sharp axe was cleansed and ready to bore into the bark
I don't wanna escape neither I want to travel the world.... I don't wanna escape neither I want to travel the world....
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That she was not born to prove anything to anyone She was born to be the knight of her own and resc... That she was not born to prove anything to anyone She was born to be the knight...
Oh! How she longed to be one among them… Oh! How she longed to be one among them…
To her place and her to mine, Ah! I sighed To her place and her to mine, Ah! I sighed
Oh, my lady! What can I say? Oh, my lady! What can I say?
It was no more a melancholy house It was no more a melancholy house
You hold me close with the little something words of deception of your love... You hold me close with the little something words of deception of your love...
When I give birth, I am the MOTHER. I idealise love. For you, my child, I am the world! When I give birth, I am the MOTHER. I idealise love. For you, my child, I am t...
That moment of final realisation That moment of final realisation
A beautiful woman is the one who never compares herself With others, A beautiful woman is the one who never compares herself With others,
I love the colour of the maple, oak forest I love the colour of the maple, oak forest
Oh Why O Death Oh Why? Oh Why O Death Oh Why?