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Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine
Ask him to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the sea foam and over the sand
And then he'll be a true love of mine
If he tells me he can't, I'll reply
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Let me know at least he will try
And then he'll be a true love of mine
Love, it imposes impossible tasks
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Though not any more than any heart asks
He once was a true love of mine
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