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Then she will be my true love. She was my true love.
Scarborough fair

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Is it suitable?

Parsely sage rosemary and thyme orchid coriander

Madam, please give my regards to the people who live there.

She was my true love. She once knew me.

Tell her to make a linen shirt for me and tell her to prepare my clothes.

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Work without seams and needles, don't use an anvil, there are no gaps or defects.

Then she will be my true love. Where are the Iraqis? It comforted me.

Backman:

A hillside in the green mountains, the shade of another mountain, a desolate place in the mountains.

Tracing the sparrow in the snow crown brown winter carpet, the old sparrow swallow.

Blankets and sheets maintain the children covered with snow, and the mountains are slow.

Sleep, without the call of the horn, sleep, unaware, cold and hissing.

Tell her to find me an acre of land. Tell her to stay at my house.

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Between the salt water and the seashore built by fertile land is the land of the sea.

Then, she will be one of my true love Iraqis and should be there, let me look at each other.

Backman:

There is a fallen leaf on the hillside, and the shade and leaves are sparsely covered with moss.

Wash my lonely grave with delicate tears, and the beads of tears gradually dye.

A soldier polished it brilliantly. A gun used to be my long sword. I polished it every day.

Sleeping doesn't know that the call of horn is silent and unconscious, and the cold is long and hissing.

Tell her to harvest it in a better way, and tell her to accept my autumn fruit.

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And collect it all in a bunch of Heather's collection, don't abandon it.

Then she will be my true love. The Iraqis are still there, but I swear.

Backman:

The war roared in the scarlet army, and the bloody teacher.

The general ordered their soldiers to kill and fight for a goal. The general had orders and was very attentive to the king.

Why have they long forgotten the purpose of the struggle?

Going to sleep without knowing that the horn blowing is stupid and unconscious, it is cold and sad.