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Come all you fair and tender girls
That flourish in your prime
Beware, beware, keep your garden fair
Let no man steal your thyme
Let no man steal your thyme
For when your thyme, it is past and gone
He'll care no more for you
And every place your time was waste
Will all spread over with rue
Will all spread over with rue
The goddess son was standing by
Three flowers he gave to me
The pink, the blue and the violet true
And the red, red rosy tree
And the red, red rosy tree
But I refused the red rose
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الساكنون بهذا القلب قد عرفوا
أن السعادة لا تعني سوى الأملِ…
كل البلاد سجونٌ غير آمنةٍ…
إلا متى وجه مَن في البال، يضحك لي!
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